“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.”
— Maya Angelou
God, teach me lessons for living so I can stay the course. Give me insight so I can do what you tell me— my whole life one long, obedient response.
Psalm 119:33 (The Message)
I was discussing the other day in this blog about rebuilding after the COVID-19 rubble has been cleared away. Yes, the pandemic is not yet over, but we are already going through the rubble that it has left. Remember that analogy about the women sorting through bricks and rubble after World War II bombings that I used? It is time for finding those bricks that can be used for rebuilding
That image sticks in my head because it conjures up two emotions at the same time- sadness and hope. I prefer to look at the hope side. Yes, there has been devastating damage done, but out of that comes rebirth and new learning for our future.
There has been renewed attention paid to the mental health effects from this pandemic. Children have been hurt by the reliance upon remote learning. Their academic and social growth has been negatively affected. All people have suffered from enforced isolation to one degree or another. But out of this, we have talked much more openly about the importance of mental health principles in our society. We recognize our need for interaction, support, encouragement, hugs. We discuss the need for vulnerability in sharing with others that we are struggling with anxiety and depression. Healthcare workers and first responders are living in a world that can be spelled PTSD.
So yes, this has been a hard year. In fact, it is almost exactly a year to the day that shut-down orders came down. Yet, we have lifted up the need for open discussion about mental health needs.
That is a good thing.
Prayer: Out of the rubble comes the seeds for hope. Thank you for that healing paradox, Amen