“I believe I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait on the LORD; be strong, and may your heart be stout; wait on the LORD.”
Psalm 27: 13-14
Today. This week. This month. Life hasn’t settled into a rhythm here as I would have wished for in a new year. We’re dealing with multiple health complications on the home front that keep turning things upside down. Here’s a peek inside.
This day for me — such a roller coaster of emotions and busyness. Left home bright and early after feeding the fire, three people and three cats. Then time with my lovely friends, our brief 15 minutes together before we start our homeschool community day. Our group includes several immune compromised members. Grief and joy and faith all profoundly concentrated in one room. What would I DO without these ladies with whom I laugh, love, and unashamedly bawl my eyes out?
My classroom is the prayer room this year. Holy ground.
While I prepare, the children come bouncing in.
Lovely little one with shining eyes, not knowing that daddy is stage 4 cancer. OH, MY! The board is full today, tutor.
SO much to learn. YES! And you are SO smart! (and please, Lord, let her daddy live to revel in his smart, beautiful child.)
If only those walls could speak. Another of my mommas is holed up alone at home because her body just cannot handle even ONE more toxin. I haven’t seen her all year. (I get to love on her sweet little son, an only treasure like my girl.) We laughed, loved, and learned together today.
My heart saw his daddy twisting the doorknob with his shirt-tail to enter and exit this morning. I get it. GERMS. He cannot bring one of those evil creatures home to his frail young wife. Sound familiar, caregiver?
There’s not a minute to waste as now the middle school kids need my help in their classroom, my daughter’s class. So, I’m not prepared for the lunch-time call. Funeral tomorrow. Can you be there?
Time stops for no one! I scramble to rearrange and make the schedule work. Another victim of stage 4 cancer. I have to make time to mourn with God’s people and celebrate heaven, too.
Then back to tea and scones, homemade strawberry jam and cream. Laughter at the middle school boys like bulls in a china shop drinking tea because they completed reading The Secret Garden. Who knew boys could enjoy this? Fake British accents. Moments to savor.
Not a moment of quiet on our way home, either. Through the downpour, Mr. Roy G Biv appeared.
We could only see one end of his fabulous coat of many colors. For twenty minutes, my daughter’s happy chatter sparkled with sprinkles of “LOOK! Look at that rainbow.” Then the whole marvelous bow burst through the dark, gloomy clouds.
The Psalms alternate like that rainbow with only one glorious hint showing in a darkened sky. Why? Why are you downcast, my soul? Hope in God.
Then a burst of dazzling praise! There is no God like you. All other gods are useless idols, but the LORD made the heavens.
My 2018 bullet journal is headed with Psalm 27:13-14 from the top of this post. Underneath it, I’m adding Mark 9:23-24 from last week’s sermon text.
“Jesus said, “If you can believe, all things are possible to hm who believes. Immediately the father of the child cried out with tears, LORD, I believe. Help my unbelief!”