Quarantine Day 20: There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere. The ant colony that wintered beneath our faux wood flooring has officially moved in. They appreciate any dry oats and rice that we drop and forget to sweep immediately. Sadly, they don't appreciate the bright blue disks of death we set out for them quite as much. I've been praying that God will give them a new home because I actually really appreciate their hard work, I just don't want to share a house with them. Like I said, no sign of intelligent life anywhere.
The days have formed a strange routine without work or social commitments. I can't figure out if it's really good for me, or really bad. I'm reading three different books right now, compiling a poetry collection, walking upwards of 10 miles a day (complete with a daily stop at the post office), planning my wedding that hangs in the tenuous clutches of the CoronaVirus, shopping for bras online, and attempting to cook balanced meals without going to the grocery store. My mom and every close friend I've ever had have joked with me about my pending hermitage. Friends, the hermitage is upon us.
It's funny how life changes when you actually don't have any responsibility, other than staying home and staying safe. So much of my time was wrapped up in getting to work on time, picking up as many hours at work as possible, meeting this person here, and that person there. Those aren't bad things. They just might not have been the best things and choices. It gives me a wild rush of anxiety to think about going back to work, and I get the same rush when I think of not going back at all. There has been no option but to trust that God will care for us each day, just like he cares for the grasses and the new flowers stretching into bloom.
I've been reading Psalm 73 the past couple days. I've always resonated with the second and third verses, "But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked." And I feel like that sums up so much of the Vivian I used to be. She was so afraid of missing out, so concerned with belonging, and somehow always ill at ease. The psalm ends with a breakthrough in verse 28, "But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all his works." That is the person I started becoming close to 6 years ago, and it has been good in this time of forced rest to remember it again. It brings me around to the other psalm that I've been meditating in this time, particularly the first verse. It's so simple, yet powerful in that simplicity: "I love you, YHWH, my strength." That's where I want to be. That encompasses everything about learning where I belong.
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