I have spent the first part of quarantine passive. Eating,drinking,reading,sleeping, texting.watching TV. I can no point to one single thing I’ve accomplished except marking time. Grateful for the rest but time to rise up and rethink this.

This is Easter weekend. How can I define that without family and Church?Use what I have and do my best. A personal Easter where I release my frustration and depression and escape the quarantine that binds my soul. I rise up out of  personal isolation.

Saturday is the prayer vigil through Church. Designated times to open your heart and pray for the Big Blue Ball and the impact of the last weeks. Prayer is our mental weapon. Did the stone kill Goliath or was it the prayer and faith David had?

Sunday. Alleluia. Usually triumphant and joyful .Empty tomb. He is risen but He has not revealed it yet. Empty day no different from the useless days of the last few weeks. Like an Easter egg hunt I need to look for fun and love in unexpected places.

Monday I redefine and use this precious time. Use it creatively. Use it productively. Make lists. Express yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Everything’s going to be OK.My body stays here but my spirit can rise up.