I stopped putting a tally in this space.
All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear.
All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power.
Today I took my dog on a long walk
in the woods. Deliberately,
of course. And just to see
if there’s any marrow left in the world.
For a time
when we were out there alone and all we could hear were birds of all kinds and the swish of still bare tree limbs in the wind
I almost felt
Just me and him
like the good
old days—when was that?
Oh. Yes. A handful of weeks ago.
I almost couldn’t remember
Or is it just that it hurts too much
to think of all we’ve lost so
fast? “Front only the
“living is so dear…”
432,596 confirmed cases
I took a walk
around the yard this morning.
Birds sounded louder.
Flowers looked brighter.
The grass glowed emerald
despite the hail that beat it down
hard last night.
How impossible it has been to look up and around and
outside the hyper focused panic of this pandemic,
where mercy reigns
and grace reins in
my wobbly heart.
Last night I sang and sang and sang until
I finally started to believe the words that
We are surrounded
by more than the monster before us. Rather,
we are held
fast by Him.
“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed…” 2 Corinthians 4:8-9 (ESV)
I’m really thankful
for friends who have more faith than i
who post truths my head knows full
well, but my heart
Just sharing one of those
Waymaker. That’s what we sing.
Even when sorrows like
“…for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”
2 Timothy 1:7 ESV