Given that writing is one thing I enjoy doing more than most other things, it’s surprising that the frequency of my writing has diminished so considerably. Each past entry mentions that I haven’t posted in awhile and this one is no exception. It’s been almost a year since my place of work told my co-workers and me to take our computers and go work from home. It was supposed to be 2 weeks. The addition of 2 new Grandchildren has been a delightful turn of events this year. Surviving the last few months of the Donald Trump presidency was something of an achievement. I have lots of topics to expound on but still, my writing was neglected.
On the Covid 19 front, I’ve fared pretty well. I’m so thankful to be working. I work at a company that makes medical devices so I’m happy to be helping in a miniscule way. I’m happy to learn that my husband and I can spend every waking moment in the same house and still really love each other. And in addition to that, we still like being together. I finally got it right this time. I’m also thankful for all of the first responders and health care people who take care of the sick. I get very emotional thinking about hospitalized people being separated from their loved ones as they lay there and suffer while healthy loved ones can’t spend the last few minutes with their people. I can’t imagine how that must hurt. The nurses and doctors must take on that burden and it’s quite unfair to everyone. I feel fortunate to be one of the few who have not been negatively impacted so painfully. I miss seeing my son and his family weekly like I used to, sure. However, this could have happened at any other time in history, but I’m glad it’s now. I can see my lovies’ faces using face time or messaging. Also, if staying home is going to keep everyone safer, I’m happy to do it. I’ll be honest here. I’m an introvert and I don’t have a problem with staying home. As time goes on, I become more introverted. I don’t like wearing a mask. I don’t want to sound whiny but I would rather eat the 3 years expired cereal in the cabinet than go food shopping. I will wear my mask though and know that it’s such a small inconvenience compared to the potential alternatives. One thing I’m sure everyone can agree on… Covid 19 sucks.
I’m quite contemplative today. Over the weekend, the seed pods on the ends of our Lilac bush were brown and dried. As I watched the birds at the bird feeder this morning, I noticed that the seed pods suddenly are now green. What a difference a day can make. I think it will be like that when Christ comes back. When He returns, everything will be full of life again. Those of us who have had the privilege of knowing Him and accepting His love and grace will be raptured and the new day will be so very different than the last. I still marvel at His ability to provide for us. I marvel even more at His patience and loving kindness that is continually available to us. In contrast, I look at the world and at how completely deceived so many people are. People are finding their identity in how they feel, how they want to be seen, what they want to achieve and so many other fleeting and transient things. Feelings change. What God sees is all that matters. What we achieve means nothing if it’s done in our own strength. We are loved just as we are by a God who is eternal and unchanging. He won’t let us stay as we are, of course. He will show us and teach us and it will all ring so true because He is the one who is all truth. Some people are instantly transformed. Some people, like me, are handled carefully, one truth at a time. It would seem to me that God knows us enough to know what will work if we would allow it. The fact is we must allow it.
The air is cool and fresh this morning. The birds are singing. I feel peaceful as I come out of “doing my Bibles” as Haven would say. I’m fully wrapped in God’s good grace and I don’t want to end my time with Him this morning. I wonder what difference this day will make. Today may be nothing of note or it may be significant. Either way, I’m happy to be here, with God, writing this post.
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