Good morning…
“Where’s dad?” our twenty-one year old daughter asked.
“He’s on the back porch drinking bourbon with his brother.” The sentence sounded super silly as it rolled right off my tongue, since Steve’s only brother lives in Omaha, Nebraska umpteen miles away from our corner of the globe in Atlanta, Georgia.
A new habit has formed in this “work from home” twilight zone. My husband and his brother each pour a single drink, connect by speaker phone, and share a happy hour at the end of most work days. Since they do not have to deal with long late afternoon meetings or coaching responsibilities, negotiate traffic trouble between home and work, or finish every task before they leave the office, more early evening time is available to both brothers. Their work has gone virtual because of the virus so their “office” now is home.
They talk about their perspectives on the pandemic, they discuss the needs of their eighty-nine-year-old mom living alone in the far away hills of northern Pennsylvania, and they effortlessly expound on the meaning of life as it unravels into something new. “Dad is drinking bourbon on the back porch with his brother,” is just one of the many bite-sized blessings born in this bewilderingly bonding time.
Take a good look at God’s work. Who could simplify and reduce Creation’s curves and angles to a plain straight line? On a good day, enjoy yourself. On a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days so that we won’t take anything for granted (Ecclesiastes 7:13-14, MSG).
When you take a good look at God’s work during this sequestering season, what bonding bite-sized blessings do your eyes pick up?
…Sue…
