Every Sunday for the past few Sundays I have been visiting an elderly neighbor, Peggy. She's very sweet and nice. She's 93 and aside from physical impairments, her faculties are all there.
After a few minutes of chatting, we share the Eucharist and I see if there is anything she'd like the church to do.
Although I'm always nervous and apprehensive about my visit, I do look forward to them. I'm not sure if I'll have anything to say to her. Everytime so far, we've had lovely conversations.
I bring this up because, I hope in some way, you learn that giving to others can give you more than anything received.
I know it's early and you probably have no clue what's going on out here in the world, but I hope you get a bit of that warm and happy feeling I get visiting Peggy.