Since January and February are the months to practice the Scandinavian principle of “Hygge” we come out of the quiet with new thoughts and splendid ideas.
I tend to suffer from depression, seasonal and other, and I have struggled with that this Hygge time. I got little done, but my mind kept working.
I was astutely learning Chinese with my language partner in China, on Duolingo, and my textbooks. I felt that I redeemed the time somewhat that way.
I also knit a little sweater for a grandniece about to be born.
I subbed and worked at the hotel regularly, and I met with my new boss weekly. I wasn’t entirely fetal.
Cherie and Ed practiced their own Hygge. We try not to be critical of each other but we don’t see everything that is going on in our lives, even if we share our living space. We all think that we all should be doing “more.” Cleaning, studying, laundry, cooking, you name it.
It’ s easy to judge someone going through an unseen battle.
As the sun returns and warmth increases outside we leave the fireplaces and head toward industry.
Something interesting came up. Ed always tells me things I never knew before: Winnie the Pooh is really about the seven deadly sins.
I wrote a paper about the seven deadly sins back in high school. Those High School assignments never leave you, apparently. I’ve thought about the seven deadlies ever since.
John Bunyan wrote Pilgrim’s Progress. The book gave birth to amusement parks themed with Christian’s journey. Puritans thought up the idea to do this. Ed told me this, too.
Who would have thought that amusement parks are CHRISTIAN—!!!
Because of this lesson learned we are thinking of making our Japanese garden a Pilgrim’s Progress theme. The project is just a fun thing at this stage. I expect it to become burdensome and inspiring at the same time over the next few years. Such is a project of its nature.
I’m still trying to solve the water in the basement problem. It has me stumped. Maybe the Japanese garden project will also result in a better water solution. I confess that my cries to God for help seem unheard.
Thoughts upon waking: (you know those thoughts before fully awake?) Why do some people with huge messes in their lives end up apparently good-to-go with great outlooks, and other people (like me) with smooth paths meet seasons of chaos and disappointment, grief, with no happy end in sight?
I confess to being downhearted and depressed about things.
I know God is good.
He defines Himself as good. He defines Himself as Love. I accept His definition. I may have trouble understanding His ultimate plan. I certainly don’t see my significance, yet I know He loves me. I simply must accept His control of my life, my future, my everything.
I guess that is the safest place to be, even if it doesn’t appear safe. It doesn’t appear good. It looks scary, even.
As we watch the world descend into the New World Order orchestrated by the puppet masters and their diabolical spiritual head we can rest in God’s plan. That is true hope.
I learned that two people in Kiev who are literally sleeping in a bathtub are praying for me. They are my friends, but I am humbled by their concern, as I should be prostrate before God lifting them in prayer for His protection. I am floored by their sweet interest.
Will you pray for V and V with me? Pray for their protection and their ministry there.
Who is on your snatch list? Jude 23
I am going to keep asking this until the Rapture of the church in Christ. We need to be praying daily for the salvation of many, of the world!
MARANATHA
Corgi Hollows reactivated on Facebook. It was time. The time of the singing of birds has come. The winter has past, and the rains have sprung. Come Away! Come Away!