I listened to a cacophony of birdsong this morning. The baby house finches are getting louder by the day in the kitchen stove range vent. No worries, it is just a fan, and I am not running it for now.
Diligent parents deserve reward! These babies should be safe until they fledge out.
Every time I run water in my house I say, “Thank you, LORD!”
Why? Because my system worked all winter long, and it is spring now. I did not need to have the tanks pumped out for basic use. I am SO grateful! The prayers I asked for were answered! Thank you for praying!
This spring is a spring of gratefulness: new life, survival, ease.
If I keep all of the world news in perspective I can manage my heart and emotions pretty well.
Daily survival techniques: PRAYER, READING SCRIPTURE, UPLIFTING MUSIC
The world gets darker and darker, but I am looking at Jesus. I sense that He is returning to get us soon.
I pray, I ask the Lord, to be included in the Rapture (Harpazo) event. I know my great grandfather also prayed for that, but he passed away at a very old age in the 1980’s. We pray and desire, but ultimately we wait for God’s timing. And I can be grateful as I wait.
I am grateful for days without persecution, argument, for what I believe. I am grateful for the peace and joy that sits in my soul. It is there even on days that I feel like weeping.
The other day I had the urge to scream and cry about the loss in my life.
I have cried, but I have not screamed in grief.
I guess I have a type of acceptance of my circumstance.
I do understand that urge to let it go, cry it out, descend into agony.
I have grieved for my husband for six LONG years now. I have daily reminders of how he was my other half, and now that half is missing. I see my shortcomings and I worry, despite knowing that God is filling his role as my provider and protector.
Don’t mess with me. (smile) God has my back. Really.
I have had a few instances of being taken advantage of in my ignorance since my husband passed. Actually I pity the people that did it. They haven’t got a clue about the devastating consequences coming (or that came already.)
Don’t mess with God. He is just. Justice will roll down. I stand under His protective hand. There is no better place to be.
I connect with other widows through social media, and I can only say that I see God’s protection and help in their lives, too. Hardship, yes, but ultimately protection and guidance.
Don’t mess with us.
This isn’t defensiveness. This is simply a warning!
I am so grateful for God’s work and presence in my life.
Yes, I have those days of tears and pain. That is human loss. Grief is a thing.
The hope I have eclipses the darkness overall.
MARANATHA!