“Be careful, or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkenness and the anxieties of life, and that day will close on you unexpectedly like a trap. For it will come upon all those who live on the face of the whole earth. Be always on the watch, and pray that you may be able to escape all that is about to happen, and that you may be able to stand before the Son of Man.” – Jesus, Luke 21:34-36
I am praying, not as much as I should, please have mercy on me, Lord Jesus.
I am watching, not as much as I should, please have mercy on me Lord Jesus.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” – Lamentations 3:23
Turning my eyes away from this world and onto God is hard, yet becoming increasingly easy. I don’t want to see the things that try their best to bring terror to my heart through the news reel. I want to focus on my family’s faces, feel their hugs, hear their voices. Enjoy quiet times together in the family room. I want to read Jesus’ words, because he always knows just what to say and how to say it. I want to focus on the things to come, the things of God, the things of heaven, the things that matter.
Honesty morning. Hard night sleep, pain in ankle. Feeling sorry for myself more than a little. But then the soft warm nose comes nudging close beside me. The big brown eyes look at me, asking, “Are you alright?” The curly warm hair on his back presses into my side as if to support me if he could.
Finnegan. My wonderful cockapoo dog.
Something good and true and admirable to think about this morning.
I have been quiet. It happens when I don’t know quite what to say. I don’t want to just add to the vast plethora of information and feelings that we are all trying to discern and sift through. So, I haven’t wanted to write.
But today, I was walking past the photographs we have in our living room of our grandparents. It hit me that they all went through the Spanish Flu Pandemic of 1918-1919 and also reeling with the end of WWI. I don’t know the details of what happened to each of them during this time, as they never talked of it. And I never asked, being wrapped up in the self-focus of youth. I wish I could talk to them now about it.
I cannot tell you how this has heartened me. The same God who strengthened them will strengthen us. It will be hard, it is hard, but we will make it through this time eventually. Strength from the past. Hope for the future. Trust in our God.
My maternal grandparents, engaged in the mid 1920’s
My husband’s maternal grandparents, married in the mid 1920’s.
My paternal grandmother, about 5 years old in 1919.