This past week was my mom's birthday. I considered driving home from college to visit her but instead stayed on campus because I knew I couldn't really spend time with her. My mom is immunocompromised and has been in 100% isolation since the beginning of this pandemic in March. Mid-March I got a sinus infection. Because the symptoms were similar to covid and we couldn't be to safe, so I moved out of my home to live with my cousins from March until moving into school Aughust. The picture above is from one of my daily visits with my mom. We would sit on opposite sides of the two-car garage with masks and hang out. As I was leaving every day she would close the garage door and we would tough our hands to the glass window of the garage because this is the closest we could be while remaining safe. It's scary not knowing when all of this will be over or when she can resume her normal life without the fear of catching the virus, which would be fatal. Which I guess is why we just have to take things day by day doing the best we can to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe. Happy Birthday, Mom :)
September 29, 2020
I haven't been to a church service since things opened back up. There are still too many people in attendance. Since cases are surging, I am cautious about exposing myself to a large group of people. While I am grateful for Zoom and livestreaming, there is much that I miss about weekly worship. My small group changed the meeting time, and I can barely get home in time. I am not singing as much. I miss Communion. The communal aspect of my faith is a core component. This is the second Advent season that we haven't had daily reflections at work. I looked forward to how other workers integrated their faith and work with the readings from the Lectionary. There is a different feel to the week. I feel that just as m personal circle shrunk, so too has worship. I find that I have to turn to more solitary practices of faith.
December 8, 2020