So there we were. At home. It is not safe to be out in public, said the exports. What to do, what to do. I tried to generate some online love from the grands.
The older kids were absorbed in other things, I suppose. I got nearly a grunt from them, but Summer on the other hand... She was always there to remind me - she was still with me in heart, tho separated by space.
Gracie decided things weren't bad enough, so she took sick. Very sick. I wondered, is this her time? I was extremely anxious and sad. I was in robot-mode as I tried hard to bury any feelings I had and we visited multiple vet hospitals via curbside service, masks in place, social distancing practiced, and lots of cash spent to fix my girl, while feeling helpless and hopeless.
Life had changed dramatically overnight. It would hurt for a long time and freedom as we knew it may never be again. Fortunately and thankfully, Gracie, after many weeks of meds that seemed to make her even worse, showed signs of improvement.
Getting her outdoors proved to be the best medicine she could ever have.
God kept reminding me of His presence in the beauty that surrounded me.
"I am still here. I have never left," He whispered.
I searched for signs of beauty amidst the chaos, uncertainty, bitter cold and spring snow-squalls.
That thing we often long for.
Thank You God for the wonderful blessings of family near and far who have kept and are keeping in touch.
And for Your reminder, God.
"I am still here."
My curbside business leaves me wondering, are we being ushered into a new normal?