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COVID You Thief!

COVID, you thief! You robbed me and I’m mad. 

I tell myself to be grateful because I still have a job. Grateful my family is safe and healthy. Grateful for so much. . . 

And I AM grateful. I recognize my privilege.

But the grateful feelings don’t cancel out the anger. 

I AM grateful. 

At the same time, I am mad, frustrated, sad. 

I AM grateful. I recognize my privilege. But the grateful feelings don’t cancel out the anger. I AM grateful. At the same time, I am mad, frustrated, sad. #COVID19 #Lament Click To Tweet

COVID, you robbed me of my last semester on the Nyack College Rockland campus. You robbed me of our last Baccalaureate, the Woman Crossing Over Ceremony, of face to face goodbyes with colleagues who aren’t transitioning with us.

COVID, you robbed my family. We can’t be with our loved ones in Greece or Syria. It’s not the international travel I miss—it’s the connection with family, it’s my kids speaking Arabic. More than that, it’s the carefree nature of our times in those places. 

COVID, you robbed my bank account. I’m not teaching the travel course, speaking engagements are canceled. Small private higher education is in jeopardy, so my economic future is not guaranteed.

COVID, you robbed my kids of school, friends, swimming lessons, and more. 

And you don’t stop, do you COVID? Summer is my favorite season. It’s the season of hiking, swimming, outdoor concerts, fireworks, backyard barbecues with friends. It’s my season of joy and relaxation. 

I thought we could still enjoy the Lake, but I was wrong. we went there yesterday. Even though we got there when it opened, within an hour, it was impossible to social distance. Probably because it’s the only state park swimming location that’s open in my county. Rather than fun and relaxing, the Lake became stressful so we left. 

There are no outdoor concerts at West Point this summer. Fireworks are canceled. Backyard barbecues are limited to family. 

COVID, you’re a thief of FUN!

COVID, you’re a thief of FUN! #COVID19 #Lament Click To Tweet

I know you’re not done, COVID. I read the news. I know you lurk in close interactions and can find me even when no one knows you’re there. You’re that kind of thief. 

But, here’s the thing. 

Even though I’m mad, frustrated, and sad, I know you have not robbed me of what’s most important, COVID. 

I won’t let you.

I’ll do my best to keep you far away from my family so you won’t steal our health.

Most of all, you can’t steal my joy and peace, COVID.

Joy and peace are choices I can make in all situations.

Joy and peace are not from circumstances.

Joy and peace are from God.

“In the evening, in the morning, and at the noonday, I will complain and lament, and [God] will hear my voice” (Ps 55:17, NJB).

Sounds about right. 

I complain. The complaining is a lament for me. I let myself be sad, and I bring it before the Lord.

Now I can let it go and wait for God to hear. 

One of my professors said that complaining to God is like praise. We offer our complaint to the only one who can actually help, and in doing so acknowledge who God is. 

COVID, you’re a thief. You’re not done.

But God is Redeemer. God’s not done either. 

COVID, you’re a thief. You’re not done. But God is Redeemer. God’s not done either. #COVID19 #Complain #Lament #Thief Click To Tweet
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