Weather Mirrors Moods

The weather this spring has been strange,

No matter where you make your home.

I think it mirrors the changing face,

Of the pandemic as we stay – mostly alone.

Some days I’m fine and enjoy the free time,

Other days, I’m unhinged, no purpose in mind.

I’m thankful some progress has been made,

And that people are unusually kind.

I see on the news where folks donate food,

And their blood and their time–all is good.

I try to help wherever I can,

Just as I know my friends would.

If I was in need of comforting words,

Was ill or had suffered a fall.

I know I have family who’d come to my side,

And friends who would answer my call.

I pray for those who do not have a lifeline,

When rains create gloomy scenes.

It’s then I am thankful for the frontline workers,

Who fill in for loved ones seen only on screens.

This was taken on Friday out my window.
This was taken about 10 days ago.

Lola Makes Me Laugh





There are times during this pandemic,
When humor is just what I need,
It's said that people look like their dogs,
I tried it out and Lola agreed.

She is a sweetheart and just turned twelve,
A little slower, but that suits me fine.
Her antics can cheer me and makes me laugh,
We're in this together and doing just fine.

(Except she won't leave her mask in place.)





	

Ready for Church

I got up this morning, got ready for church,

But not in a chair or a pew.

I sat on my couch with coffee in hand,

My computer screen clearly in view.

It’s not the old way,

But it’s needed at this time.

To hear God’s Word spoken,

Although there won’t be wine.

We gather still with others,

Who sign in on the site.

The body, the church is ANYWHERE,

When people seek the light.

Light is what parts the darkness,

Dispels fear and illumines God’s face.

So we can glimpse our salvation,

And leave with peace and grace.

In a Time of Social Distancing

I stood at the door with my mask in place,

To go for groceries requires planning and space,

Stay six feet apart and be careful what you touch,

Only pick up what you’ll buy–bananas and such,

How long will it last, this surreal time?

I want to write silly things, but still make them rhyme.

Hang in there my friends, we will win in the end

But the end is not here yet, so just words I can send.

The Rainbows after the Rain.

Why would you worry?
God's handling it all.
If you don't believe,
Start with something small

You go to bed not knowing,
What the next day will bring,
You know the night will pass,
And that the birds will sing.

Look for the signs in everyday life,
They're there in smiles and in greetings.
So count every small thing you see,
For life is worthwhile--but fleeting.

Every day is a chance to do kindness,
To check on an old friend or two,
What pleases others pleases God,
And joy will return to you.

Quote of the Day

I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning to sail my ship.
Louisa May Alcott

A couple of days ago, while it was rainy and gloomy, I looked up from the computer to see a rainbow suddenly appear on the trees below me outside my window. It was across the trees–not in the sky. A little beam of sunlight had shined through the drizzle. It gave me a huge thrill and I felt that it was meant for me and my dark mood. By the time I grabbed my phone for a picture–the rainbow was already fading. These are the little things that tell me, “God is bigger than all our trials and He is always there.”

Connie’s Coffee Chat

I got up this morning and thought I looked fine,

Then I put in my contacs and saw the decline

Deep wrinkles and fine lines–though fewer of those,

After a deep sigh–I just put on my clothes.

What else can you do, when we’re all stuck inside,

But pray for each other until this subsides.

Check on your neighbor by phone or by text,

None of us know what is happening next.

The days loom before us–a deep dark abyss,

I keep remembering how I once longed for this.

To have no reason to rise and rush out,

Just to love and help each other–that’s what it’s all about.

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