Going nowhere

I found myself standing by the car today.

Take away coffee cup in hand, filled with steaming coffee. Journal and pen under my arm.

I just stood there.

And then I felt the wetness of my tears rolling down my cheeks as the realisation hit… I had nowhere to go.

Nowhere physically anyway; and yet I was frustrated to hear the sounds of vehicles on the road. “Where do they think they’re going while I’m housebound with two littlies?” (I snapped myself out of those dangerous thoughts quickly, and gave thanks that essential workers are giving their all and putting their own lives at risks so we can put food on our table and receive healthcare, among other things).

I took my steaming take-away coffee and journal, and went to the only place I can go right now, to a place where we all should’ve spent more time before this thing became a reality. To the One who tells us not to fear because His steadfast love is with us. I was reminded that my hope does not lie in my circumstances, my works, or my treasures, but in God.

I made a conscious decision not to think of this as ‘lock-down,’ although the South African version doesn’t allow us to leave the house except for essentials. (This means no ‘out of the gate’ exercising for us).

Instead we are are keeping ourselves and others safe, we are grateful for the many privileges we do have and we are going on our own adventures within our gate.

Where are you ‘going’ during this lock down?

#COVID19 #lockdown