Nearly every Sunday my wife does a blog post that includes a hymn. A lower back fracture has somewhat limited that the past couple of months, but that is gradually healing and she's able to type more on her computer. Here is what she wrote for today, I think you may enjoy it.
My back is improving, and spring is here. Therefore my mind turns to Boston and dreams of driving my relatively new power wheelchair through the Public Garden, around Boyleston Street and on the Rose Kennedy Greenway.
Although I received this chair a little over a year ago, it needed so many modifications that I couldn't start using it until October. By then, of course, the weather got too cold for trips to the city. I've only gotten to drive outdoors once -- and just to Walgreen's for a Shingles shot.
Now the COVID-19 lockdown may be ending...but not for seniors and people with underlying conditions. We might have restrictions until a vaccine is available. Which might not happen until early next year.
Despite knowing that God is sovereign, I grieve the potential loss of Boston adventures this year. John and I are aging -- we may not have many summers left before our bodies can't handle going to Boston for anything other than doctor appointments. So the extension of COVID-19 restrictions upsets me. More than it should.
In response, I frequently confess to the Lord my lack of eternal perspective. I love Boston, but it can't hold a candle to the New Jerusalem where I'll forever behold the face of my Savior. I must constantly remind myself that I've taken His cross. This world (including Boston) doesn't belong to me. Neither do I belong to it. Something far better awaits me. Someone far better awaits me!
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