Things are bananas right now.
Nothing feels normal.
For days and days our regular life has been out of sorts with high levels of anxiety and loneliness. Uncertainty. Confusion.
You could say "disrupted" but I'm not sure that really even cuts it.
I have consumed an ungodly amount of social media.
I cannot even account for the hours.
Tears streamed down my face as I listened to a video
of Italians singing out of their windows while on lockdown.
"We shine our best in the darkness" they sang.
Voices joined in harmony.
They long to be together.
We are made to be together.
It was so beautiful and so heartbreaking at the same time.
This is our world.
This is real life.
Today is Sunday.
A day that my family normally gathers with other believers in our community to sing praises, to hear the good news, be encouraged. . .
But we aren't gathering today.
No one is.
We aren't even planning to leave our house.
There's nowhere to go.
I turned on my curling iron.
Stood in front of the mirror in my pjs.
I'm determined to have something normal today.
I styled my hair,
put make-up on my face,
the way I would normally would...
But even this doesn't feel normal.
I'm asking myself, what would feel normal in a time like this?
I don't even know.