I saw this on the pavement yesterday leaving Food Lion.
I stopped and stared, then took a pic. I’ve been thinking about it since then. That singular face mask represents so much to me and yet it’s too much for me to unpack. So here is just a little of what’s swirling in my brain…
I was there buying groceries that we needed…but not toilet paper. Why? I didn’t need any because my mama had shared some with us. A act of kindness and love that has continued to bless us in more ways than I can say. Toilet paper…something simple that I take for granted on a daily basis.
But there is nothing simple about what our world is going through right now. The impact on families (physical, financial, spiritual) weighs heavily on my heart. I hurt for the world knowing the damage that has already been done. People have died and are dying. Families have had their jobs cut until further notice. They can’t just “run to the store” for a few things…and even if they do, the shelves are mostly bare.
And yet I see some people making fun of others who are fearful. Why? Why do we, as a society, attack those who are already feeling vulnerable? (I have more to say on that, but that’s a post for another day!) Many who make fun of those who are struggling with fear are the ones who act as if they are invincible. To do so is foolish. It doesn’t matter what age you are, disease is not a respecter of persons.
This is clearly not a situation to be treated flippantly.
And still…in the midst of the craziness around us…I have hope and faith that there will be “joy in the morning”. That we will have a greater sense of brotherhood and community, reaching out to help our neighbor…and that we will understand that everyone is our neighbor. I hold onto the hope that there will be healing and gratefulness for our jobs, families, and food on the tables. That we will appreciate the “mundane” side of life and understand that it is a luxury…and that we will “love our neighbors as ourselves”.
Through it all, I have to trust that God can bring beauty from the ashes…and He will. And as we wait, I pray that we share hope and walk in love. And yes, that might even come in the form of sharing our rolls of toilet paper. (Thank you, Mama…we love you!)