I’m a member of an encouraging FB group called, “View from my Window,” originated to uplift us worldwide, to assure us that we aren’t alone during this strenuous pandemic of isolation. Usually, these posts are merely ordinary yet still lovely views from people’s windows while in quarantine. However, this morning’s post was exceptionally poignant. I’m using the writer’s picture so that you can follow along, and I will also begin by quoting his caption verbatim.
“View from my Window in Amay, Belgium on a very special morning; the first one after my wife’s death. The night had been long and lonely and I was as foggy as the weather, until the sun appeared over the hills. I couldn’t help seeing a sign of her. Enjoy every sunrise and every minute with your loved ones.”
At the onset of this pandemic, one skeptical family member was convinced that this scourge of a disease was over exaggerated. His/her litmus test was the question, “do you personally know anybody who has COVID or anyone who has died from it?” At the time, I was asked, Idid not. Therefore, I seemed to prove his/her theory correct.
Today is another story. Each day I hear of someone else passing from COVID: a childhood friend, a church member, a neighbor, a family member . . Unfortunately the list goes on.
We are forced to live with loss at an exponential rate. Somedays the grief leaves me immobile, struggling to do the bare minimum in a day. Other dawns gift me with a different vision, one that inspires me to do better, be better, and live better by cherishing each “sunrise and every minute with my loved ones.”
I thank this anonymous FB group member for posting my inspiration for today. He was my daily devotional, the words which inspired me to look up out of my personal fog, and out my window.
Have you spoken words of love to your special people today?
I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, the creator of heaven and earth.