Last week as the Pandemic unfolded around me, I started to see the world in a different light; it had become treacherous and full of unknowns, creating a murky darkness. Unable to think clearly, information overwhelmed my senses, and I could no longer rely on my usual process of decision making and logical reasoning. Proactively stepping back from the fray and consciously limiting my consumption of reporting, I was able to reestablish an ability to think, create, and see the miracles of God’s creation taking place every day.

Several days ago, Teddy, a baby boy who is my grandson, came into the world. The hospital forced to follow guidelines had to limit visitors severely. Despite the lockdown, his beautiful tiny features, his pure innocence, and his promise of renewal brilliantly shone through in images from the hospital room. At that moment, fear of an uncertain future came to a standstill with the remarkable miracle of his birth.

Having been given this window of calm and normalcy, I began to notice other everyday miracles being drowned out by constant noise. Spring had quietly arrived and splashed her vibrant colors in every direction. And as I walked out my driveway to the fanfare of snowball hydrangea, I marveled at the season’s efficiency in transforming our world, oblivious of its on-going troubles.

Strolling down my favorite dirt road through a small patch of woods, signs of renewal were evident at every turn. There were hundreds of plants, bushes, and trees in bloom, with insects frequenting them filling the air. And even though the activity is frenetic, there is a purpose within the dance. And it occurred to me that the Pandemic needed a similar unity of purpose. The virus, unbiased by social status, race, religion, or, stereotypes will meet its match in the resolve and human spirit of the citizens of our nation and the world.