Fear delivered swiftly and relentlessly by way of news and media saturation.
Spilling every where as it blanketed the world and seeped into every nation.
Three months and counting and the time is flying.
I always said I wanted to, but it took a pandemic to work from home, and it's working.
Without the cubicle and the commute, I'm sort of free of the ball and chain.
Commissioned with finding, remembering and redefining meaning daily.
Focusing on the spiritual, dodging the mundane.
Wondering what all of this will eventually mean.
Tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.
Is this really temporary, or will the repercussions ripple on forever?
Living in a mystery and not the kind that's entertaining.
Dreams, money, romance and plans.
With endeavors on hold, the social distancing - and even the fear - is growing old.
Starting to feel bold like I'm ready to break the mold.
Thinking, writing, and planning for the tentative; there's potential to achieve the incredible.
Once again, here I am, eyes watching God as He turns the impossible into the inevitable.
Biblical inspiration: Luke 8:14
