March 15
So many ‘years’—so it seems, have transpired since I last
wrote. Such traumatic moments we have
lived, too.
Yes, both my Fisherman and I got infected with the novel
coronavirus a month ago today. Two weeks
of uncertainties, days and days of not feeling well and not knowing exactly what
was to be expected next, or what was going to happen to us or what we were
supposed to experienced; days and days thinking of our friends and remembering
those who didn’t make it, it was indeed a traumatic experience.
I spent many hours on my knees seeking help from “above”; at
times feeling I was going to die; feeling unworthy at times for God to hear me,
or feeling I wasn’t good enough or perhaps not holly enough for having been infected.
Guilt, fear, contrition filled my
soul. One morning when my faith was at
its low and I was feeling very discouraged, I asked the Lord to speak to me and
show me what I was to expect. I was
ready. I then opened my Bible, and God
said to me in a gentle, clear voice: “Blessed
be the Lord, who has not given us as prey to their teeth. We have escaped like a bird from the
snare of the fowler; the net is torn, and we have
slipped away” (Psalm 124:7).
I knew right there and then that we were going to be fine. We had escaped, even if we were still feeling awful! And we did.
March 12
I have started working in the garden again—spring cleaning
this place I have so abandoned for so many months is like meeting with a good
friend I hadn’t seen in years again.
I’ve been discarding winter spoils and cleaning the garden’s floors of debris
accumulated during the cold season. It
hasn’t been easy, this job… for this body has aged in the chronometer of an
atomic clock since Covid… but it felt deliciously good, and it felt delightful
like a miracle escaping through my fingers as I worked the soil and crawled
under the bushes, pulling weeds and raking dead leaves with bare hands.
I’m alive! I made it
through, and now more than ever I want this old body and feeble mind to be the
sanctuary where the Holy of Holiest lives and the place where his Holy Spirit
dwells. I am so humbled and thankful for
the way in which God saw us through. I
want to do so many things, change the color of my hair, cut it, get new
furniture, do some improvement in the house, plant new trees, get rid of some
others…
I cleaned my closet this past weekend too. A lot of the outfits, shoes and bags I hadn’t
worn in the past year were giving away. I
didn’t even have to think about it twice, for I have been ‘reborn’ and what’s
the ephemeral has ever to do with real joy?
the joy that cannot be touch, but feel, the joy that gives health to
your bones?
It was so freeing being able to finally part from those
things that at one point in my life were not only important, but also loved and
treasured. I have been doing the same
with a lot of other things in my life.
We carry so many baggage and unnecessary things; material and not
material. Negative feelings, grudges,
resentment, hatreds—they weight us down and make us sick. We need to forgive and forget, and we need to
always remember that our help is in the name of the Lord, the Maker of heaven
and earth.
See you soon, my friends!