Looking back, March of 2020 took us down a bumpy road that no one wanted to go down. When the Covid19 pandemic caused restrictions, I wondered how I would fill my days.
As I was looking at Facebook, I noticed a post about a writing class called Your Story Matters, taught by Leslie Lealand Fields. The course was a rich time of learning more about the craft of writing. I loved seeing how powerful it is when we tell our story. It was a good reminder of how the Lord has guided me through the tough times and the good.
Before my daughter could drive, we often flew from Oregon to Montana to see my family. After arriving to bear hugs from my mom and lunch at our favorite restaurant, we were ready for the hundred-mile ride to her house.
After speeding down the highway for a while, my mom turned onto an unpaved country road. Forgetting that we’d always go this way to get to the farm, Rachel asked, “Grandma, I thought we were going to your farm?”
In reply, Grandma teased, “Oh dear, I forgot the way, so I took the wrong road.”
My tired little girl burst into tears.
After she heard Rachael cry, Mom said, “Honey, I’m sorry. We aren’t lost. I’m just taking a short cut.”
Oh, the memories of raising my daughter as a single mother with a disability. I cried because I felt overwhelmed. God comforted. Now, in these pandemic times, the weeks of staying home have stretched into months nearing a year. I have gotten bored, but on those harder days I remember what I am thankful for.
My daughter is grown up, happily married, and is raising my precious grandchildren in Colorado. So, with the travel restrictions this year, I had my first Christmas alone. I had to lean into God’s arms. I remembered my family was happy and healthy and how well God has provided for all my needs.
When the pandemic started, the Lord put 2 Corinthians 10:5 on my heart, “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” When I would get into a funk, focusing on how much He’d done for me filled my heart with joy.
What promises have helped you get through the tough times?