Good morning…
It feels like we are living in limbo. That’s an interesting word. Limbo is a state of oblivion, an intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place, a place or state of confinement. Nothingness. Nowhere. Left field. Out there.
As kids, we used to play the game of limbo, shimmying beneath a bar without touching the ground, a bar that was dropped down incrementally, lower and lower, round after round. The question was always, “How low can you go?”
It feels like the bar of our shared life has been dropping lower and lower as this pandemic tests the limits of our flexibility. Zoom. FaceTime. Social Distancing. Six feet apart. Face masks. Covid tests. Stimulus checks. Death toll. Antibody tests. Vaccine testing. No end in sight. We are contorting ourselves in uncomfortable new ways just to stay in the game. The question persists, “How low can you go?”
I tell you all of my worries and my troubles, and whenever I feel low, you are there to guide me (Psalm 142:2-3a, CEV). With childlike trust, we tell God all of our worries and our troubles, and we are guided as we live in limbo, lower and lower, round after round.
…Sue…
