Any daze includes some loss. During lockdowns, we missed some things more than others. Remember those days of going out for coffee, face-to-face visits, and shopping till we dropped? And now we are supposed to continue in this new normal.
I don’t know about you but I needed to drop some of my “old normal” which included time-wasting activities which I subconsciously used to avoid things that I should be doing.
We’ve all lived through DAZE days, but we don’t have to stay stuck in them. My DAZE days included someone taking advantage of my childhood innocence. Others meant the diagnosis of a life-threatening disease and the death of my husband.
Or—on a lighter note—good grief—the day you realized you aren’t 25 anymore! Remember those days of the first gray hair, turning a certain age, and realizing that there was more life behind you than in front of you? I was terrified to turn 30 and woke up on my birthday to discover that everything was pretty much the same!
I clearly remember Dad’s big DAZE. My sister and I waited with him in the doctor’s office. The diagnosis meant a five-hour surgery. He seemed lost and bewildered.
I said, “Dad, this is nothing. We’ve all had longer surgeries than that. It’s no big deal.” He replied, “It’s not that, it’s just that I suddenly realized – I really am old!” Fear not your age my friends. This is God’s promise in that.
I’ve been carrying you on my back from the day you were born, And I’ll keep on carrying you when you’re old. I’ll be there, bearing you when you’re old and gray. I’ve done it and will keep on doing it, carrying you on my back, saving you.(Isaiah 46:4, MSG)