2020. The year that taught us to minimize. To improvise. To compromise.
2020. The year we monitored, not the stock market. But rather open time slots.
2020. The year we slowed down. We paused. We realized what we could do without. Our celebrations. Were muted. Understated. But no less joyous.
2020. The year we cried. We mourned. For the unnecessary deaths. For job losses. For social justice.
2020. The year injustices were even more pronounced. Economic disparity. Social disparity. Racial disparity. Age disparity. Immune system disparity.
We worried about the age. Alone and isolated. We worried about the youth. Could their young minds handle all that was being thrown at them?
And then we collected ourselves. We adjusted. We empathized. We sympathized. We stepped up. And stepped in where needed. We reached out.
2020 is behind us. And we step into 2021. With hopes and some trepidation.
As we transition through this time we pray:
One day at a time sweet Jesus.
That’s all that I ask of you.
Lord help me today.
Show me the way.
One day at a time.
As we transition through these times, we keep our faith as Bhagwad Gita, the Hindu Holy Scripture written more than 2000 years ago, says:
‘Dharmo Rakshito Rakshita’…those who keep their faith strong during trying times are blessed with their faith carrying them through these times.
– Reflection by Aarti Jaisinghani
– Offered by Rashmi Assudani
