This respite from the lockdown was like a breath of fresh air for me. I remembered the song we sing in church on every New Year’s Day.
O God Our Help In Ages Past
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
With gratitude, I remembered that God had led me on so beautifully each year. I also realized that like Peter (in the gospel of Mathew) I took my eyes off Jesus and looked with fear at the storm and the strong winds raging around me- the COVID 19. No wonder I was overwrought and sank into the turbulent sea of panic and anxiety.