Living Well

It’s been hard to live well during the COVID-19
pandemic. Even the routine, everyday tasks of
living aren’t the same. Just when I think I have it all
figured out, things change again.

I’ve always been able to reach out and help others,
but right now I don’t know what people need or
what I can do to help them.

God created us to be his partners in
showing his love for and providing
help to people in need.

So it’s not a surprise that we feel fulfilled when
we’re able to contribute to the well-being of
others—it’s what God created us to do.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 34:18

When Jesus came to earth, he was generous, kindhearted,
and comforting to many people. By caring for others,
he showed us how to live well by loving well.

The Spirit of the Sovereign
Lord is on me,
because the
Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the
Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the
for the display of his splendor.
Isaiah 61:1–3

What healing, kindness, and comfort
have you received from God?

In what ways can you share that loving
care with others?

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  • Finding Joy in Life Why did I live when others died? The pandemic is so random. No one could predict who would get sickand who wouldn’t. No one expected vulnerable people to survivewhile young, healthy people died. Life seems so fragile now. We may want it to be different, but life isfragile. It doesn’t come with guaranteesof happiness or longevity. While the Bible affirms how fragile our life on earth is,it also promises us something better. The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers… Read more