Dear Monday, I want to break up. I’m seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday. It’s not me, it’s you.
Unknown The reason Monday is so hard to face, Is because it starts on Sunday night. It lurks around like a unwanted guest, Till the first rays of new daylight. You might as well rise and dress, Monday’s here if you’re ready or not, Think of it as pre-pre Wednesday, And half the battle will be fought!
As I thought about what I could add for Patchwork, I looked over at my dog and I saw it–patchwork.
A neighbor in my building lovingly made small quilts for all the dogs in the building. I barely knew her at the time and it was a thoughtful gesture. They were supposed to be for the dog to use while lying on the sofa, but Lola prefers hers on the floor.
Today I am realizing that for the first time in a long time I am caught up. Being home so much is great because we are getting so much done. I feel like I am adulting like never before. We have completed a big decluttering project (believe me it is only phase one of many), getting ready to put a gym in the garage , making big plans for redoing the garden since the property line was ripped up by my neighbor. So now is the time to tackle redesigning the garden. I am keeping up on my jobs, chores and spring cleaning. Plus, I have been doing regular exercise and cooking a meal here and there. I feel like I have checked all the things on my to do list and it feels really, really good
Resurface. Reupholster. Repaint. Refinish. Make something old new again!
I’ve thought a lot about recycling. My building does a good job, but there are somethings that can’t be recycled–black food containers, plastic straws, etc.
I am thankful that God can take all our ugly sins and the trash of our lives and assure us that we are a forgiven people. That is if we give the garbage to God totally. What is returned to us is a new clean heart. This is what I have learned over the years and finally came to understand.
All is fresh and clean after the rains today. Thoughts, soul, spirit
Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations; I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10
I recognize that I have a hard time being still. I come closest to that when I am in the middle of a good book. But I also love to be in the midst of a book club, church service, family gathering, or coffee with friends.
Now, at home alone because of the COVID-19 pandemic, I’m learning to be still.
The phrase, ” in the midst of social distancing” was used on TV recently. I realize that “midst” here means involved in the process of social distancing. But doesn’t social distancing mean giving up closeness with others? Being social usually finds us physically near others or in the “midst” of a group.
But we have learned to stay at least six feet apart, wear a mask properly, and maintain contact by phone, Zoom, letters, and Facetime. Perhaps we have become more social through this pandemic. My grandchildren have reached out with letters—rare happenings that I cherish.
The other benefit I have given myself is permission to be still. I don’t rush through my morning devotions because I have a volunteer spot to fill or an article to write. There is more time for sitting, reflecting on my Bible reading and listening for God’s voice.
If I am still and paying attention, God occasionally sends signs that seem meant for me personally. One day I looked up from the computer and out my window in time to see a rainbow appearing over the trees nine stories below. By the time I grabbed my phone to take a picture the colors were already fading, but I murmured,” Thank you, God!” No one whom I asked later had seen the sudden rainbow.
I hate the disease and what it has done to our citizens and our country. But as a result of it, many have softened their hearts and altered their attitudes. There has been a reconnection among people globally. I pray that when the pandemic ends, the whole world will be more loving and more often “still” to hear God’s voice and see His wonders.