God. I’m doing the work of resurrection.
The stress has shifted from how do I mark time and God do I miss people to
I’m back at the races of triple scheduling and childcare & transportation needs exploding.
Is this what resurrection feels like?
Everything is returning back to normal; everything except for my priorities.
Everything is being re-examined, and I feel the ridiculousity of life as articles try to grab onto relationship evaluations with pallid and downright stupid questions.
It’s not about reciprocity or weight gain or worrying about having the right friendships and family.
It’s about who I missed, and what people can manage and how to be a better friend or family member.
What was it like for you Jesus when you came back. Did you need time to readjust?
Did you sit in the garden for a few minutes pulling weeds…
Thinking about what had radically changed in you life within the parameters of “getting back to normal.”
Is this why you waited to greet the women? Did you have to wait till your tongue could unstick from the roof of your mouth to speak.
Did you feel as socially awkward, unused to interaction and uncertain how to start, did you feel it as sharply as we do?
Were you far more burnt out out than you realized?
God as I sit in the abandoned Lord & Taylor
where in March 2020 my friends and I sat far apart in the lot trying to hear each other’ words, desperate to see other people—
as I sit here now
waiting for my son’s vaccination, I know, I really know that this is actually what resurrection looks like.
And transformed into something you never imagined
And I know resurrection is worth it
Build us into the resurrection I pray.
Feel free to use/adapt/share with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta