Pass it on!


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During this coronavirus pandemic, we're doing all the precautions: washing hands often, staying a distance from people, not shaking hands, drinking lots of fluids, etc. Those who are employed are working from home if posssible. It almost feels like we're living in a cocoon cut off from the world.

We want to reach out to help others but don't know how. I saw a cartoon the other day with a squirrel-like creature in the same quandary, not knowing what he could do to help. His friend says, "You are loved. Pass it on." So they start passing it on to other animals in the forest. Each panel said, "Youare loved. Pass it on." And that made me think of how everyone of us could pass it on.

We could call our neighbors to be sure they have what they need, especially the elderly. We could send love notes to those in nursing homes. We could offer to take neighbors to the doctor for an appointment. We could make small care packages for the homeless. We could make sandwiches for the needy. We could try to calm those who are fearful and anxious.

I'm sure there are many other ways we could pass on our love. Now is the time to reach out to others. And if we are elderly or sick ourselves, we can always pray. Prayers are needed not only for those who have the virus, but also for the healthcare personel and doctors who are working on a vaccine to cure the disease. Prayers are also needed for those who have been exposed to the virus and have to stay in isolation.Sometimes we think it's not enough to just pray, but quite often when things change for the better, it is the result of prayer. So pass it on!

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