Covid 19 and the return to all that matters

Over the last month, all of us have seen the world change. No one is untouched. No country unharmed.
This little group of islands is taking a proper battering. As I come back to my online home, I suppose for comfort, and familiarity, our Prime Minister is in Intensive Care with the virus which is ripping apart the world.
We live in a kind of stilled, empty space, and yet time races on. We are nearly a third of the way through yet another year, the weeks pass at a terrifying rate, and yet nothing happens, to us anyway - which is really good. Because all the stuff that is happening is pretty bad.
We stand on the promises of God. Both girls work from home, Neil, with no work at all for his business, works all day on our land, and I - I go out every day and work in a care home. Thankfully not just any care home, but the light on the hill, a place hedged around with prayer, and upheld by the prayers of the righteous, which availeth much. We just go on.

Everything begins 'if we get through this...' which I believe we will, or 'when things get back to normal...', which I pray they won't.  This is an extraordinary time. A time like no other in history. A world suspended.  Let's never, never, got back to normal.

Two decades ago, we were led to come here, led to the land, led to work on it.  We're a bit off message, to tell the truth, it's all gone a bit awry.  But, per force, Neil is now working, working to put back together the resource we were blessed with, and we have time, time and more time to work out whats next.

We have an opportunity to learn to live on half what we were earning, a bright hope that we can get out of debt come what may, and that we will be in a place where we can follow that calling and just see where it leads. Too long we've waited to know where the road is going, before we set out. Now we must just, like Christian, set forth on our pilgrimage - and find out where it leads.

If we get through this (we will) and when things get back to normal (I pray they won't) the world will have changed forever. Our frugal ways and plain and simple days will be ... what? ... the new normal? An aspiration? A place of faith?

And yet, I came home here, to write that down.

Time has passed

Time has indeed passed, and our lives have changed a little - we still rent those ten acres, currently under water, but have moved house.
We are still living frugally - in fact a new surge of frugalness (?) is currently underway as our situation, which has come and gone, finances-wise, has currently somewhat gone.
My intermittently empty nest is currently re-filled (and  beyond, given the size of this nest) with two young adults- both working full time, one with what we used to call a 'steady boyfriend', the other with two jobs and a full time OU Degree schedule. As they're now adults, that's probably all I'll be saying about them.
The DH is still building his own business, I am currently working four days a week, but may soon be back to five.
I am creating my own 'allotment' on the field, and already have a tiny plastic temporary greenhouse in our new, minuscule back garden, and a propagator on the kitchen window ledge, where it barely fits. Big changes from our sprawling rented farm house, and hard to come to terms with. On the upside, we are warm!
So I thought I'd pop back and see if anyone was still around, to hang around with a cup of tea and a bargain digestive and natter about frugal news, mini farms, growing your own, making do and mending, and generally getting back to blogging?