Disrupted

I had just discovered a daily routine that I could base off of when my travel schedule interrupted. And then, the coronavirus hit. And just like that, every routine I had was disrupted. There are a lot of unknowns. Things are not going as I had planned. And it seems we still have a long way to go. I think this is just the beginning.

We all go through times when our lives are disrupted:

  • a diagnosis
  • a pregnancy
  • a run-in with the law
  • moving
  • an accident
  • a new job

And we make adjustments. We grieve. We do what we need to do to move forward. It’s more on a personal level and our people circle around us and support us.

But, sometimes there are regional, collective disruptions – things that affect multiple people in your circle or location

  • a death or diagnosis in your family
  • tornadoes, hurricanes, wildfires, or flooding in your neighborhood
  • your workplace shuts down

More people experience the stress. Those who might have encouraged you in the midst of your personal struggle are caught up in this group catastrophe. You work together to figure it out but everyone is in various stages of grief. It’s a time to support one another and walk together.

And now, nearly everyone is impacted in such a variety of ways with the coronavirus pandemic — people all over the world. If they haven’t been exposed to the virus they are feeling the effects of it. Supply chains are impacted. This is huge. It’s like coming to the scene of a really bad accident and trying to make triage decisions but without the blood and twisted metal.

How do we start reconnecting and deciding what is a part of our new routine? How do we make sense of the disruption? How do we find peace in the midst of all of this? Will those times on our knees become a part of the new normal? Will the breath prayer “Lord, I have no idea what this day is going to look like but walk with me,” continue to be the start of our days?

For me, I can’t even say what the new normal will look like but I do have today. And that is a fine place to start. I may not know what tomorrow will look like so I will just be present today:

 I will sing of your strength,
    in the morning I will sing of your love;
for you are my fortress,
    my refuge in times of trouble.

 You are my strength, I sing praise to you;
    you, God, are my fortress,
    my God on whom I can rely.
Psalm 59:16-17

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PrayerPoints by Liz

PrayerPoints is typically a Lenten project and a chronicle of God working on my heart and mind. It is always a process. God is always teaching me! I am American born with Hungarian blood. I make plenty of mistakes but I am forgiven. Each day is an adventure.

One thought on “Disrupted”

  1. Dear friend, all of us are caught in the daily balancing act pressed onto us by CoViD19. We didn’t ask for it but here it is in all its ugliness. If I could I would wish this crummy virus away. But I can’t. Back to the drawing board. You mentioned the word “triage French for “to sort”, often used in Emergency Medicine, this is where a person or persons sort out who needs to be treated immediately, secondly and who can wait. In the same time frame you as triage must handle all the emotions from people who are begging for help, hysterical and the most frightening those who might have a chance but are unresponsive. Sounds intense? It is. The first thing you need to learn is the first rule of Emergency Services, take care of yourself first. Moving on. Corona Viral Disease 19, boy did my education and experience fly out the window for awhile! Then I had a stern talk with myself, I’ve been through two prior viral caused epidemics, HIV and then measles, multiple natural disasters and melanoma, loss of jobs, deaths .family members with serious diseases. Just like every body else. Yet we use our coping mechanisms, then move on slowly at first the with a little more confidence, a new way of life. Who do I lean on through these times? God. He gives me all the answers. He gives me the comfort and when people say “You are strong” I just say “No, my strength comes from God”. We as “Eight Dayers” say ” Its duck syndrome, calm on the surface but paddle like crazy under the water!” Eight dayers are members or former members of the Emergency Services, when God was nearly done creating the Universe, He decided that humans needed extra help sometimes so on the Eighth Day He created the Emergency Services, hence Eighth Dayers. M y life disrupted , oh you bet! Now wearing a mask is required where I live, grumble grumble, washing all outer wear when coming home after contact with people, grumble, grumble, shortages of supplies, grumble grumble, Spring is here, cheer, cheer, flowers just beginning to bud,cheer ,cheer, God ‘s word is always here! CHEER, CHEER! Stay well ! All the best! Cheer ,cheer!

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