Psalm 130:5-6 5 I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; 6 my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.
In the 1993 movie Groundhog Day, Bill Murray plays Phil, a weatherman who finds himself reliving the same day over and over and over again. I have found my corona-quarantine to be its own version of Groundhog Day. Every single day feels like a repeat of leggings and slippers, loud talking (how I have never noticed before that no one in my immediate family uses their inside voice inside our home?), Zoom meetings, cooking dinner, and walking the dogs.
Sometimes, in my own version of Groundhog Day, it feels like all I'm doing is waiting: waiting for the test results that are still pending after 8 days, waiting for the next Zoom meeting to begin, waiting for the stock market to close so my husband can walk the dogs with me, waiting for the Instacart delivery, waiting for the response to my text message, waiting to drift off to sleep so that I can wake up in the morning and begin the waiting all over again. Waiting for a return to whatever normal looks like on the other side of this pandemic.
Prayer: Loving Creator, in this time of seemingly endless waiting, remind us of the promises of restoration and resurrection in your word. While we wait, fill us with hope, with joy, with patience, and with peace. Amen.
In the 1993 movie Groundhog Day, Bill Murray plays Phil, a weatherman who finds himself reliving the same day over and over and over again. I have found my corona-quarantine to be its own version of Groundhog Day. Every single day feels like a repeat of leggings and slippers, loud talking (how I have never noticed before that no one in my immediate family uses their inside voice inside our home?), Zoom meetings, cooking dinner, and walking the dogs.
Sometimes, in my own version of Groundhog Day, it feels like all I'm doing is waiting: waiting for the test results that are still pending after 8 days, waiting for the next Zoom meeting to begin, waiting for the stock market to close so my husband can walk the dogs with me, waiting for the Instacart delivery, waiting for the response to my text message, waiting to drift off to sleep so that I can wake up in the morning and begin the waiting all over again. Waiting for a return to whatever normal looks like on the other side of this pandemic.
Prayer: Loving Creator, in this time of seemingly endless waiting, remind us of the promises of restoration and resurrection in your word. While we wait, fill us with hope, with joy, with patience, and with peace. Amen.
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