You see it did not end there. The Holy Spirit is so good. He spoke to me in my pain and reminded me of who I am. He whispered hope and love. I did not feel condemned because of my weakness. Today I was watching church online since we can't be there. I was watching our praise and worship team and noticing all the missing people. For just a moment I wondered if I would ever get to see them again. I broke, I cried. I hurt. But then I remembered all the text, phone calls and visits I have had (no they did not come in but dropped off much needed supplies I could not get). I remembered the post of encouragement from my family. Family is so much more than blood. I don't really have any blood related family close by but I am not alone. We have not went without anything we have needed and have had many comforts that some who have battled this virus have not had. I have painted, wrote and had all manner of shows and movies available to be me. Food brought to my door step and meals being prepared in love for my family by my sweet church family. We may be quarantined but we have not been isolated.
But the greatest of all is the blessed hope I can cling to even in my darkest hours. I will never have to be alone, ever. God will always be there. I may not see my church family this side of heaven but I will see them. I may only sing from my couch but someday I will get to sing before the throne of the Lord God Almighty with all my fellow Christians. Even if. Even if the very worst happens still I will have hope. Even if the whole world explodes around me I will be safe. He holds me in the palm of His hand and He will never let me go. This is but a moment in the eternity that He has promised me. So today I chose to praise. I chose to speak joy and I will persevere. If He can die for me the very least I can do is live for him.
11 days down, 12 more to go. Yes 14 days in what quarantine is supposed to be but ours is not. But that is a story for another day.