I walked this morning—the coolness of the new day begged me to relax— and trust. The flag waved and shouted freedom; the birds echoed praise. I tried to believe in God’s promises. My thoughts soared in many directions.
Thank you, my readers, for giving me this privilege to ramble; I am too distracted to focus on a lesson I have learned. In fact, I am not sure I have focused for days. I try to listen, but my thoughts blow as the wind.
Four nestlings of our blue bird family are soon ready to leave Mama and Papa and begin their journey. I have followed them from perfect eggs to now feathered teenagers. There is a lesson here. I stare at the birds and wonder… will they survive this hostile new world?
But I can’t write this story.
I asked Tom last night why we need others to pray for us, with us… when there is a crisis. His immediate response, “We can’t pray for ourselves during those times.”
“When my spirit grows faint within me, it is You who know my way.” Psalm 142:3
Our much loved 6’4″ full of fun and laughter son-in- law is struggling for breath in ICU at Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee. He has been there a week with fever and severe low oxygen levels.
“What time I am afraid, I will trust in You…” Psalm 56:3
Our daughter, Sharon and our sixteen year old grandson are quarantined at home with this virus, as well. She is exhausted and overwhelmed. We live only fifty minutes away; I am helpless. I long to hold her, but I can’t. I want to go to Fred, but I can’t. I want to make Seth biscuits, but I can’t.
This was Tom sitting in Sharon’s yard Sunday afternoon; we were near enough to wave and hear conversation. At least we could see her and Seth.
What can I possibly do?
My small ABC book—Whispers on the Journey –is soon to be published. There are many entries of my journals over the years in this guide of praising and praying. At this moment, I can’t find my place on a single page for this type of crisis.
Last night, with my head buried in my towel after washing my hair, I listened— very intently. Whispers came ever so softly… I am Able, I am Fred’s Breath tonight, I am his Caregiver, I am his Energy, I am Faithful…
Did I hear correctly? Father, are you near, are you here?
“When anxiety was great within me, Your consolation brought me joy.” Psalm 94:19
If you can trust NOW, trust. If you can sing NOW, sing. If you can help someone NOW, please do.
“Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.” Psalm 20:7
Is there any other way to travel this journey to NOW?