I haven’t blogged in months.
At first, it was an issue of time. Now, it’s an issue of words. I don’t know what to write. My thoughts are a mess. My words aren’t any prettier.
The nightly news makes me sad. Social media makes me mad. My heart feels heavy too many hours of the day.
The coronovirus is scary, but the hate being spread is even scarier.
What happened to love? What happened to compassion? What happened to humanity?
Raising a child with Down syndrome and underlying health conditions makes me naturally cautious. Some might even say I’m overprotective. I’m ok with that. Watching your daughter approach death’s door several times will make you that way.
I even ok with isolation. We did two years of hard time while Willow battled a blood disorder that made her vulnerable to infections. We limited our outings, doused ourselves in hand wash and kept our thermometers close. It wasn’t easy… but we survived it because we had support.
I don’t feel like we have that now.
I want to see things open again. I want my friend’s businesses back up and running. I want food on everyone’s table. I want people in the pews of our church. I support all those things.
That’s why I wear a mask.
I don’t do it for me. I do it for you.
I want this stupid virus to go away. I want freedom to return. For everyone. But that’s never going to happen if we don’t come together now.
We can be mad. We can be scared. We can be frustrated. But do we have to be so mean and viscous?
Hate divides. What we need right now is to come together. We need to fight this thing together.
I realize some people won’t like this post. Please understand, I’m not looking to fight you. Instead, I’ll keep fighting FOR you… wearing a mask and praying for this all to end.