Corona Chronicles-True Confessions#12

painstakingly pondering plenty of puzzling pandemic points  . . .  I confess, that’s what I’ve been doing – after all, my calendar has been cleared, I have been divested of all my diversions, entertainments have evaporated, appointments no longer apply (even a dentist appointment is a thing of the past) which leaves me with plenty of time for pondering  . . .

and there is no shortage of things to ponder during this COVID-19 dominated time in our history  . . .   so, (in no particular order)

I’m pondering gas prices – I have never seen them this low!  Normally, this would be wonderful news but at the present time I have no where that I have to be, so I don’t even need gas right now  . . .  interesting timing  . . .

then I’ve been pondering this mystery – with no sports of any kind going on right now, not even horse racing – what are all the sports gamblers up to?  they must be really bored –

next, I want to confess that many years ago I owned a t-shirt with the words “when things get tough, the tough go shopping” on it.  How ironic that when so many are in need of ways to deal with anxiety and/or boredom, retail therapy (a tried and true course of action) is not readily available as malls and stores in general are shut down.  (groceries do not count as retail therapy)  Retail therapy would be a win/win though, therapeutic for the shopper and a boost to the economy at the same time, potentially saving both in the process  . . .

work on a COVID-19 vaccine is underway – I wonder if anyone is working on a fear vaccine?  Fear is also highly contagious and quite debilitating, often crippling or paralyzing its victims.  And fear can be fatal.  Symptoms include panic buying, greed, irrational behavior, lashing out at others, anxiety, depression, sleeplessness, hopelessness, (that’s the one that will kill you – loss of hope)  so if there ever was a fear vaccine, it would be in great demand  . . .  I’m just saying  . . .

anytime of day or night that I might happen to turn on the TV, I am given updates on Corona deaths in my county, state, country and in other countries around the world.  It is a running count, continuously changing, shown in the corner of the screen.  I am wondering, where is the running count of how many are recovering from the Corona virus every day?  I am wondering, how many people had it, recovered and never even saw a doctor, so are not included in any numbers about mortality rates of this virus?  Don’t I need to know that as well?  Isn’t hope as important as fear?   (fear filled people are easier to control than those set free by truth and hope, enabling them to think for themselves)

I am pondering how many flu deaths are occurring each day and why there is not a running count of those on my TV screen?  I am perplexedly pondering how we ever got through the pandemic of the H1N1 flu in 2009-2010 without shutting everything down, without people losing their jobs and their businesses,  without stores closing, without taking away churches, libraries, restaurants, gyms, sports, museums, concerts and of course schools and universities?  It makes no sense.  We were told nothing about H1N1, it barely made the news and certainly not the headlines.

I am pondering why the musicians at the Kennedy Center just lost their jobs and their benefits, including health insurance when there was just twenty-five million allocated to the Kennedy Center for the express purpose of keeping people employed, so they can support themselves and their families?

I have become a pondering person  . . .  when things are not making sense where do I turn?   today I turned to Psalm 36:5-9,

“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies.  Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, Your justice like the great deep.  O Lord, You preserve both man and beast.  How priceless is Your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of Your wings.  They feast on the abundance of Your house; You give them drink from Your river of delights.  For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.”

I will trust in my Heavenly Father.  He fills me with faith, not with fear.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear?  The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid?”   (Psalm 27:1)

sincerely and ponderously,      Grace Day














Corona Chronicles-True Confessions#11

today has been Sunday all day long, but I confess, it didn’t seem like Sunday at all to me.  What makes Sunday – well, Sunday – is different for each person, I’m sure. For me, Sunday means sitting in church surrounded by friends and strangers, all of us singing, worshiping, learning, gathering in some truth from God’s word, some wisdom, some hope and some encouragement to help us face whatever the coming week will bring.

Sunday church is a rest stop along the way, a refueling station, a place to come as I am, be accepted and leave a new creation.  It is a place to lay down my burden and take up my cross – which fills my life with meaning and purpose.  For me, Sunday is about experiencing and celebrating my faith in community with others.

“Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another – and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”  (Hebrews 10:25)

Unfortunately, at the present time, we are forced to give up meeting together in order to accomplish the greater good of protecting each of us from this current corona virus. Technology has stepped in to fill the gap and that is gallant of her but I am finding her a poor substitute for the real thing.

Now I understand why sports lovers spend big bucks to go sit on hard bleachers to watch and cheer on their favorite sports team, when they could just as easily (and more cheaply) watch the game from the comfort of a recliner in their own home and have a better view of the game’s action as a bonus.  There is no substitute for being there in person, sharing the experience with a community of people who are just as fanatical about the team you love as you are.  The shared, face to face, personal experience is what it is all about.

We are created for connection.  We are created for community.  We do not thrive in isolation.  Isolation is actually harmful to us.  With fear spreading faster than this virus and lingering longer, it is becoming hard to distinguish the ailment from the cure.  They both have a lot of ill effects.

As imposed self isolation and social distancing continue to be the new norm, we are relying more on technology to fill the void.  I am grateful to her for doing her best, from e-learning to live streaming to video conferencing, she is doing all she can do to be all things to all people.  We would be worse off without her help.  But we are also realizing just how far short technology falls in the face of the face to face encounter.

There is no substitute for a hug and a hand shake.  We are finding that out as what we took for granted before – personal interaction – is no longer a part of our daily lives.  Sunday won’t be truly Sunday for me until community is restored to it once again.

So I confess, I am having trouble knowing what day of the week it is, without the schedule that was in place prior to the appearance of COVID-19.  Without a workweek there is no TGIF.  Although, this could be a chance for Monday to lose her bad reputation and become a more popular day of the week.  Time will tell.

In the meantime, I will wait for the day when I can say with David in Psalm 122:1,

“I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord.  Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.”

what a welcome day that will be!

sincerely,      Grace Day










Corona Chronicles-True Confessions#10

Well, dear readers, corona continues and so do its Chronicles.  Every day is a new day, with new challenges to meet and to overcome.  We have always lived in an ever-changing world.  It’s just that right now this virus has necessitated unchosen changes to our daily lives and to our social fabric, that we did not anticipate nor have we had time to adjust to in this new reality.

Now I confess that Technology and I have not always gotten along well.  Which is not a good thing for me since we are all more dependent on her now than ever before.  This is why I am happy to report an unexpected victory I experienced today with technology.

I can confess to you now that I am officially a zoomer!  (isn’t that what someone who uses zoom is called?)   It seems to me that many people are becoming zoomers if they weren’t already one.  And for us of a certain age, we are now boomer zoomers, how cool is that?

I have my oldest daughter to thank for my newfound status as a boomer zoomer, she talked me through the process, step by step.  The true test for me will be whether I can continue in my newfound status by replicating the skills I learned when I am on my own.  (some people wish for a maid or a cook, I would wish for a full time IT person to deal with technology on my behalf, so technology and I would never have to meet face to face)

Today’s other confession is this – I remember the “cocooning” craze.  Does anyone else?  This term, “cocooning” was coined in 1981 by Faith Popcorn.  (could that be her real name?)  In 1996, Time magazine cited cocooning as a major social trend in its “Year in Review” article.  In 2013, a USA Today article stated that cocooning was back and bigger than ever.  This gave rise to terms like “super-cocooning”, “uber-cocooning” and “bunkering.”

Cocooning is the phenomenon of staying home rather than going out to eat or to movies or to other social gatherings.  It has been considered trendy behavior, cool, cutting edge behavior in its time.  But what a difference a name makes!  Call it “self isolation” and suddenly it loses all its cool, it loses all of its appeal.  Of course, surrounding circumstances play a big part in that also.

With cocooning, people were choosing to stay home on their own, citing a desire to disengage from social interactions,  in order to provide themselves a respite from the busy pace of their lives, but the rest of the world was free to go on as usual around them, without them.

This required self isolation imposed upon us now, bears little resemblance to the cocooning that was so popular not so long ago.  Or does it?  Both provide a slower pace, some solitude, some time for reflection and for relationships.  But one was by choice, the other by requirement.  One took place while it was business as usual, the other is taking place while businesses are shutting down and nothing is “as usual” at the moment.

Maybe the news media should have asked us all to cocoon in place instead of to shelter in place and it would have seemed less scary and more like we were just doing those cozy, comforting things associated with the original cocooning.  But a rose by any other name  . . .  the purpose of cocooning was to withdraw from the larger society for a time of rest and relaxation.

But we can’t withdraw from the current chaos that surrounds us.  We are all too interconnected.  COVID-19 is showing us just how true that is.  COVID-19 knows no national, ethnic, economic, or social class borders, she is an equal opportunity virus, equally available to all.

What kind of a response does this non-discriminatory virus demand.?  One in which we all work together to defeat our common enemy.  The question of “who is my neighbor?” (Luke 10:29) from the parable of the Good Samaritan, is more relevant than ever.  And the answer still holds true today. “The one who had mercy on him.” (Luke 10:37)

We are to show mercy, extend help (as the Samaritan did to the stranger he found left for dead on the side of the road he was traveling) to anyone in our path. Everyone has become our neighbor in this global pandemic.  Our interconnectedness is being made manifest as we track the spread of the virus around the globe.

At a time in which we need each other more than ever, when we need our community around us to help us navigate through this turbulent time, we are being asked to draw apart in order to protect one another from this virus.

And so we must continue to run this race which has no finish line to the best of our abilities.  We must run with hope, with courage and with perseverance.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.  Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”  (Hebrews 12:1-2)

sincerely,      Grace Day






a manna mentality

a manna mentality is what we need to see us through this COVID-19 crisis.

“Our Father in heaven,   . . .   Give us today our daily bread,”   (Matthew 6:9,11)

“Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘I will rain down bread from heaven for you.  . . .  and in the morning you will see the glory of the Lord.”  (Exodus 16:4,7)

“The Israelites ate manna forty years,   . . .   they ate manna until they reached the border of Canaan.”   (Exodus 16:35)

The Israelites received manna new every morning, just what they needed for that day, no more and no less.  (post – “manna – a message of mercy)  They could choose trust or they could live in fear that tomorrow would be the day the manna would run out or would cease to appear.  I wonder if they asked themselves as they lay down to sleep each night  . . .

will there be manna in the morning?  like the dew upon the ground-

will there be manna in the morning?  will it be enough to go around?

will Your mercy rain down from heaven?  as You reign over all from above-

will there be manna in the morning?  the proof of Your unfailing love.


will there be manna in the morning?  or will Your mercies run dry?

for without Your manna in the morning, we all will surely die.

the manna manifests Your glory, bread of heaven come down to earth,

freely given to us each day, greater than gold its worth.


there was no more manna in the morning, when we entered the Promised Land,

we fed ourselves, forgot our God, and the manna we received from His hand.

would the manna never fall again?  heaven fell silent and still –

till the miracle of the Manna in a manger appeared, sufficient the earth to fill.


the Manna was broken on a cross one day, multiplied a thousand fold,

enough to feed a hungry multitude, with leftovers abounding, untold.

Manna rained down from heaven once again, revealing God’s mercy, love and grace-

food for hurting, starving souls, they looked Manna in the face.


“the Lord Jesus the same night in which He was betrayed took bread: and when He had given thanks, He broke it, and said, ‘Take, eat; this is My body, which is broken for you; this do in remembrance of Me.’ ”  (1 Corinthians 23-24)

“Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, He gave thanks and broke the loaves.  Then He gave them  . . .   They all ate and were satisfied, the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.  The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children.”  (Matthew 14:19-21)

“Then Jesus declared, ‘I am the bread of life.  He who comes to Me will never go hungry,’ ”   (John 6:35)


manna, God’s broken bread for His broken people, God’s gift that makes us whole.

manna fed the Israelites in the desert each day,  bread of heaven sustaining their souls.

yes, there will be manna in the morning, it flows freely from Calvary –

there will always be manna in the morning, God’s provision for you and for me.


God’s mercy rains down like the manna, new with the dawn of each day,

Ours but to go out and to gather it up, to lift up our hands and to pray.

thank You, Lord, for the manna – new every morning like dew,

refreshing our souls and reminding, the One who sustains us is You.


there will be manna in the morning, I can sleep well tonight –

knowing God’s provision awaits me, His manna – a beautiful sight.

there will be manna in the morning, heaven’s mercies poured out while I sleep,

raining down blessings from heaven, sufficient my soul to keep.


thank You, Lord, for the manna, the evidence of Your care.

thank You, Lord, for reminding me, You are always there.

thank You, Lord, for giving, just enough to see me through today,

thank You, Lord, for teaching me to trust, using manna as the way.


“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning (like the manna); great is Your faithfulness.”  (Lamentations 3:22-23)

we don’t need to hoard, we don’t need to panic buy, we don’t need to make decisions driven by fear, we don’t need to live full of fear- there will be manna in the morning!

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.”   (Matthew 6:34)

sincerely,     Grace Day











Corona Chronicles – True Confessions #9

ok,  confession first, then explanation.  I am a closet claustrophobic.  That’s right, it’s true.  I hide it well, I take the elevator (and hold my breath) but I don’t like feeling hemmed in.  What does this have to do with COVID-19?, you ask.

Well, with each new restriction imposed in my state, I feel an increased sense of the walls closing in.  (metaphorically, of course) but the feeling is real, nonetheless. And the restrictions do limit our movement.  There are restrictions on travel and on work and on where one can and can’t go.  As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, further restrictions just went into effect, when I thought things couldn’t get any more restrictive.

This is a claustrophobic’s worst nightmare.  A nightmare which only got worse when I opened the blinds this morning and saw nothing – not the house across the street nor the trees behind my house – I saw nothing- the world had disappeared into a thick blanket of fog, making my self isolation complete.  The fog carried with it a feeling of true isolation.

So here I am in this furnace (trial) all alone and yet not alone.  There is a wonderful truth I want to share with you all, dear readers.  It is revealed in Daniel 3:24-25.  “Then King Nebuchadnezzar leaped to his feet in amazement and asked his advisers, ‘Weren’t there three men that we tied up and threw into the fire?’ They replied, ‘Certainly, O king.’  He said, ‘Look!  I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods.’ ”

Now a little backstory here.  These are Daniel’s three friends that the king had ordered thrown into a blazing furnace, heated seven times hotter than normal. The king was having them killed in this very public way because they had refused to worship an image of gold he had commanded them to worship.

But notice something surprising.  We are told the three men were tied up before being thrown into the furnace.  “He ordered the furnace heated seven times hotter than usual and commanded some of the strongest soldiers in his army to tie up Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and throw them into the blazing furnace.” (Daniel 3:19-20)

This story has a happy ending in that all three survive their ordeal, their time spent in the furnace without so much as a trace of ill effect.  “They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.”  (Daniel 3:27)  But that is not the surprising part.

What is unexpected is that while they were still in the furnace, they were described by the king who was watching them as “unbound and unharmed”, and as “walking around.”  And the other significant thing is that they were not alone in their furnace, there was a fourth “like a son of the gods” walking with them in their fiery furnace.

I always thought I would not be unbound and unharmed until I was through with my trial and safely past it.  But the experience of these three men, reminds me that I can be unbound, (free) and unharmed (safe) while still in my trial.  Daniel’s friends were bound before they even entered the furnace.   But they were set free in the furnace, not after it.

Who could imagine that our trials are able to free us from whatever has us bound, whatever has been holding us hostage, without our even being aware of it?  As my circumstances become more restrictive daily, I realize I am unbound, nevertheless. I am free to choose my response to the circumstances in which I now find myself.

I am free to reach out to others, to offer solace and support – I am free to worship, to pray, to write, to phone a friend, to find new ways to connect with those I cannot see face to face.  I am free to choose how I will spend this time; in fear or in faith, in despair or in hope, in panic or in peace, in seeking self or in seeking God.  I am free to choose.

The theme of COVID-19 is isolation.  The revelation of the furnace is that I am not in the furnace alone.  My God is right there, walking around beside me, every step of the way.  It is His presence that makes all the difference.  His presence brings the comfort, the peace, and the hope necessary to endure the furnace and to survive it.  His presence will see me through.  In the meantime, I am already unbound and unharmed because of my Heavenly Father’s presence abiding with me, even in this furnace.

“Where can I go from Your Spirit?  Where can I flee from Your presence?  If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.”   (Psalm 139:7-10)

sincerely,     Grace Day







Corona Chronicles #8

hard to believe it has been barely more than a week ago that I started this “Corona – true confessions” series of posts.  Seems more like another lifetime ago to me and I’m guessing that is true for many of you as well.  More changes were announced last night and today in my state.  I thought everything was already as shut down as possible, but I must have been wrong.  Further travel restrictions and additional work shut downs were announced.

My new friends, the newscasters, are telling me this is the “new normal.”  Well, it may be new but there is nothing “normal” about this new way of life that we are experiencing right now.  We are social creatures by design.  God created us for relationship with Him and for relationship with each other.  That’s probably why, when asked what the greatest commandment was, Jesus answered with these words,

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.  . . .   And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ ”  (Matthew 22:37-39)

We do not thrive in isolation but in community with others.  Isolation breeds fear and fear breeds panic.  We are seeing the evidence of fear and panic in the empty store shelves, which have been laid bare by panic buying.

And so this journey continues for each of us individually and for us collectively, as we deal with this unexpected virus.  This one virus, affecting us all in so many ways, some different and some the same.  For once, we all have a common enemy, COVID-19.  We are all impacted by COVID-19, whether we actually contract this virus or not.

Never have I been more aware of how interconnected we all are, nationally and globally.  Our battle is the same battle that other countries are fighting right now as well, racing against time to find causes of and cures for and ways to curb the spread of COVID-19.

This virus appears to be as hazardous to the uninfected as it is to the infected. Many are losing their jobs, incomes, homes, businesses, health, loved ones  . . .  we all have lost what we perceived as control over our daily lives, we have lost the ability to plan our course of action and then carry it out; trips/vacations planned long ago are now cancelled, weddings postponed, conventions, business meetings, graduations, olympics, reunions – all cancelled or put on hold.

I wonder if even more than the “big” events and plans that we had made, which are now being cancelled, it is something less obvious that we have lost and are now struggling to replace.

I think it is the day to day fabric of our everyday life routines that has been ripped open and torn away from us, leaving us feeling exposed and unprotected in this new environment we do not recognize.  We long for the familiar comfort our daily routines provided us, whether it was our weekly worship at church or our daily workout at the gym or the predictability of our workday.  With our work, worship, sports, travel and entertainments pulled out from under us, on what do we stand? We find ourselves asking, who are we?

I am reminded that “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”  (Isaiah 16:9)

Our plans may have been taken from us, (all the plans I had are certainly gone or on indefinite hold) but what we don’t have to lose is hope. No act of legislation has the power to take hope away from us.  Hope is a product of faith. And it is faith that sustains when circumstances can’t and don’t sustain us.  “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1)

We have God’s promise from his word that He will never leave us nor forsake us. We have this assurance from Psalm 23:4-5, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.”

tomorrow I will continue true confessions as I revisit “Life in the Furnace”.  We are all in this same furnace together at the moment, which is ironic because even in the furnace, right when we need each other more than ever, we are supposed to be practicing our “social distancing.”

is the cure worse than the illness?    time will tell –

well, here comes my mailperson,  got to go!  (I will keep my distance, promise!)

“We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield.  In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy name.  May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You.”    (Psalm 33:20-22)

sincerely,      Grace Day







today’s Corona confessions

my self isolation continues, as do my confessions.  today’s confession no less shocking than those that have been revealed previously, but quite unexpected, nonetheless.  Of the two things I am about to reveal, I don’t know which is the more surprising – that I was able to find and to purchase toilet paper at long last or that the toilet paper I purchased – are you ready for this? – was not my usual, preferred brand!   (I told you it was shocking!)

There were not the infinite number of choices to be made as when one normally buys toilet paper because there was just a small, limited supply.  I took my allotted one pack and was deliriously happy with my purchase.  Nevermind that it wasn’t my brand, or ultra-soft or super-strong or fifteen ply or mega rolls or a certain scent or  . . .   it was toilet paper.  (you know that is one stock that should be soaring)

so, I confess, I am no longer a discerning shopper.  I will be happy with what is available and count my blessings.

next I must confess that I had no idea Ecclesiastes chapter three had a verse that spoke literally of what we are experiencing at this time.  A friend mentioned it to me and sure enough there it was in verse five.  ”  . . . a time to embrace and a time to refrain,”.

That is what we must do now, refrain from embracing.  We are practicing embracing’s opposite, social distancing.  Did God foresee this time in our history? Of course He did.  And so Ecclesiastes 3:5 is applicable to our lives today.  How incredible.  The God who knows the beginning from the end is in the midst of our circumstances right now, today.

Commerce, trade, travel are all coming to a standstill, forcing us to stand still.  We now have no where to go and no way to get there.  All vacation spots and travel destinations are shut down.  We are being stopped in our tracks. Our once overcrowded calendars are now empty.

I know my once full calendar is now empty.  Like Saul on the road to Damascus, I have been stopped in my tracks.  That’s what it took to get Saul’s attention.  God allowed Saul to become blind so that he could see clearly who Jesus really was. That revelation changed Saul’s name to Paul.  That revelation changed his life forever.

God is still in the life changing, life rescuing, life redeeming, life giving business.  It seems this time, rather than an individual, the whole world has been stopped in its tracks.  Every tribe, every tongue, every people and every nation is being impacted by the effects of COVID-19.

As I am stopped in my tracks, I look up and I listen.  “I lift up my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”   (Psalm 121:1-2)

“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 hear His invitation to me and to everyone, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”  (Matthew 11:28-30)

Rest sounds good to me, especially in the midst of this Corona crisis.  And something else I receive as I am “being still”,  His peace.

“Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”  (John 14:27)

Today I am reminded of Joseph’s words to his brothers in Genesis 50:20, “As far as I am concerned, God turned into good what you meant for evil, for He brought me to this high position I have today so that I could save the lives of many people.”

Sovereign God, bring about Your eternally good purposes from the chaos and confusion that COVID-19 has caused us.

sincerely,     Grace Day










Corona Chronicles-today’s confessions

our world is changing so fast right now, hour by hour even, rather than day by day – every news conference brings more information and more changes to our daily lives based on that ever changing, ever evolving information.

so I guess my first true confession for today should be – I can’t keep up!  I have always said, new information changes things.  When we learn something new we have to be ready to change our behavior in light of the new information.  Most of us are trying.  It’s just changing so fast, it’s hard to keep up.

We are in a race where the finish line is unknown at this time and it is easy to grow weary – but we have to keep running.  As I watch the news, I find myself deeply grateful for all those in healthcare and hospitals and those in shipping and delivery who are showing up to work each day, taking care of the ill and keeping supplies of food, medical supplies and yes, even toilet paper on our store shelves.

Thank you.  It is hard to be at home when so many are working harder than ever during this crisis.  But we each have a part to play, and my staying home may help lighten the healthcare load because I won’t become ill.

next true confession – I am now officially a germophobe.  Actually, germophobe is now the new cool.  Washing our hands is now an act of patriotism.  The most effective, high powered weapons of this war are soap, water, hand sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, and masks.  (sorry toilet paper, you are not on the list, even though all of America mistakenly thought you were)

The top secret military maneuvers of this war are self isolation and social distancing.  We are told that these maneuvers, if practiced by everyone, will eventually defeat the enemy (corona virus) and win the war.  I, myself, am becoming highly skilled in these two maneuvers and practice them daily and diligently.

This daily diligence requires much dedication but pays big dividends.  As you know my new best friends are now telemarketers and newscasters.  I would say I need to get out more, but as you all know, that is simply not an option at this time.

so, my final true confession for today, dear readers, is simply this – I am lonely. (they don’t call it isolation for nothing, in prison it’s called solitary and it’s a punishment)  But now it is an act of patriotic service to our country and to our neighbors and coworkers.  We are all sacrificing in different ways.  As the President said, “we are in this together.”

Amidst all these changes, occurring faster than we can adjust to them, we need to remember what never changes.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”  (Hebrews 13:8)

“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will never pass away.”  (Matthew 24:35)

“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” (Isaiah 40:8)

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”  (James 1:17)

“He remembers His covenant forever, the word He commanded, for a thousand generations,”   (Psalm 105:8)

Our Creator God never changes, love lasts, kindness conquers, compassion and self sacrifice show up stronger than ever in times like these.  It is when everything else is stripped away from our daily lives, that the presence of God with us, which has been there all along, is now revealed more clearly, and we experience His presence as if for the first time.

sincerely,      Grace Day

Corona Chronicles – Confessions Continue

true confessions continue from this self isolator – today’s confession so shocking I’m ashamed to share it, but truth must be revealed, so I hereby admit to you all, – I chatted at length with a telemarketer/phone solicitor.

Now I know what you must be thinking, these calls are to be avoided at all costs. And when we do receive them, we get off the phone as quickly as possible, even if rudeness is required to extricate ourselves from the unwanted sales call.  (and besides that, I’m on the do not call list)

So imagine “Carole’s” (not her real name) surprise when I engaged her in conversation, inquired after her and the health of her family, etc.   . . .  this is what isolation does to a person – it clouds our judgement.

This could be a golden opportunity for telemarketers/phone solicitors, though. People are now home and willing to talk to anyone who will listen.  I wonder if these solicitors are working from home?  at least they still have jobs and I don’t begrudge them that.  I am happy for them.  Many of us are not so fortunate.

The call I most recently received, (now that I am answering all calls, not just the ones I can identify)  you will not believe.  You cannot make this stuff up.  A car salesman just called me.  He had sold me my current car more than five years ago. He called to ask if there was anything he could do for me!  I almost said, “yes, could you get a hold of some toilet paper and disinfectant wipes for me please? and have them delivered.”

But I held my tongue thinking that was probably not the reason he had called, but rather to assist me with my most urgent automotive needs.  Did he really think I was in the market for a new car at the moment?  Besides, I have been instructed to stay home.  I can’t be out car shopping, especially when I have no income for the foreseeable future. Certainly he must know that the economy has crashed and people are out of work. But I get that he too needs to make a living.  I was kind, thanked him for the inquiry and inquired after his and his family’s health.  He meant no harm.

Another thing I must confess is that I find myself waiting for the mail delivery, so that I can engage the postal worker in conversation.  (from a safe distance of course)  and I am considering calling for insurance quotes on car insurance.  I bet those nice people would be fun to talk with as they help me save money on my car insurance .  That could be a win/win.

My final confession for today will be this, and it is another shocker.  My cat is tired of me.  She is tired of me being home all the time because she is used to me going to work every day and often to evening engagements as well.  I am infringing on her space and her alone time she tells me, as she is used to having the house all to herself.  This is very hurtful behavior on her part.  She is clearly ready for me to return to work.

Amid these confessions are many blessing raining down on me daily.  Truth is, I am not isolated, I am not alone.

“because God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’ ”  (Hebrews 13:5)

My Heavenly Father is with me.  “Where can I go from Your Spirit?  Where can I flee from Your presence?  If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.”  (Psalm 139:7-10)

in truth, I am not isolated, I am not alone.

“For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.   . . .  Do not be afraid, for I am with you;”  (Isaiah 41:13 & Isaiah 43:5)

sincerely,      Grace Day



manna – a message of mercy

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you.  The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day.    . . .  and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp.  When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor.  When the Israelites saw it, they said to each other, ‘What is it?’ For they did not know what it was.   . . . The people of Israel called the bread manna.  It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey.”  (Exodus 16:4,13-15, & 31)

Manna and mercy, what do they have in common?  Well, they are both new every morning.  “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His mercies never fail.  They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22-23)

ok, not so much the literal manna anymore but there was a time in the history of God’s people when it was manna that sustained them.  Actually the manna was God’s mercy to His people and it was new every morning.

Manna – that mysterious, miraculous, magically appearing food, called the bread of heaven.    This miracle food, manna, appeared new every morning for the Israelites as they traveled through the desert on their way to their promised land. In fact, “The Israelites ate manna forty years, until they came to a land that was settled; they ate manna until they reached the border of Canaan.”  (Exodus 16:35)

While manna certainly was a welcome source of sustenance and essential for their very survival, it must have been rather hard for the Israelites to live on for those forty years.  Why?  Well, not for the reason you might be thinking – boredom. No, I think it was hard for them because they had no control over the manna.  They didn’t plant it, grow it, harvest it, thresh it, or produce it in any way.  They couldn’t take credit for it.  They had to depend on God to supply their manna each morning.

Do you suppose every evening as they lay down to sleep, they wondered if the manna would be there in the morning when they woke up and worried that it might not be?  There were no guarantees.  What if God forgot?  What if He was angry with them?  Would He refuse to feed them?  We know the end of their story, but they didn’t know how it would end back then.  Their story wasn’t done, it was in the process of being written.

Now remember, God had said He would send manna every morning and He had instructed the people to gather only what they needed for that day.  They had His promise, but because they doubted Him, they disobeyed Him and gathered more than their need required.

They obviously didn’t trust the character of their God or they would not have wondered, worried or wrongfully gathered in excess of their need.  They would have known “He is faithful, even when we are unfaithful.”  (2 Timothy 2:13)         They would have known He is good and He is full of lovingkindness and mercy.  He would not let them starve there in the desert wilderness.

They gathered more manna than they needed for that day because they weren’t fully convinced that manna would appear again the next morning.  They didn’t know for sure.  They didn’t believe.  They doubted God.  They gathered too much manna and ”  . . .  they kept part of it until morning, but it was full of maggots and began to smell.”  (Exodus 16:20)

God told the Israelites not to gather extra manna, but they disobeyed His instruction and found out the hard way why He had told them not to gather an excess, but just what they needed for that day.  (I wonder if this would apply to excess toilet paper as well?  just wondering . . . )

How could the Israelites doubt God after seeing the Red Sea split in two?  But they did.  Do you think twenty years in to this journey, having had manna every morning without fail, that they still lay awake at night wondering if there would be manna in the morning and worrying  that today might have been their last taste of manna?

Some of the Israelites complained, saying they had been better off in Egypt.  Even though they had been slaves in Egypt, they said they ate better there than they did now in the desert.  Did they trust Pharaoh and their Egyptian taskmasters more than they trusted their God?  –  the same God who had so recently parted the Red Sea for them, providing them safe passage and escape from their captors, the Egyptians.

Was it that they trusted Pharaoh more than God or just that they were more comfortable in their role as slaves than they were in this new desert, wilderness experience?  Now everything familiar to them was gone.  They had a decision to make.  Would they trust God or attempt to survive on their own?

We are like the Israelites in the desert right now.  So many things that are familiar to us and a part of our daily routine are gone; things have been taken away from us one by one, leaving us wondering what next?  With no jobs to go to, no churches open, no gyms, no restaurants in which to meet a friend, no sports to watch on TV, no visits with others, in order to keep them safe, we are able to get a glimpse or maybe even a clearer look at who we are when everything is stripped away.

This is not a complaint, but an acknowledgement of everyone’s current reality and the opportunity it gives us to decide in whom or in what will we trust?  The Israelites didn’t have much of a choice, they couldn’t make their own manna and therefore they experienced the mercy of God as He provided it to them new every morning.

I may have thought myself to be self-reliant, until the things I counted on were taken from me.  I am reminded that ”  . . .  in Him we(I) live and move and have our(my) being.”  (Acts 17:28)

I will say along with David, “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.  They are brought to their knees and fall, but we rise up and stand firm.”  (Psalm 20:7-8)

I don’t need to lay awake wondering if there will be manna in the morning, if the manna will fall to earth while I sleep.  Forty years is a pretty good track record. And God brought them safely into the promised land, as He had promised to do.

That same God is sovereign over today’s world events, just as He has always been. I can trust Him.  I don’t need to buy toilet paper in bulk.  That’s the message of the manna – God’s mercies are new every morning!  He will give me my daily bread – new every day.  That’s all He asked of the Israelites, to gather just one day’s provision.  Then trust Him again for tomorrow.

That’s all He asks of me, to trust Him with my needs for today.  And that’s how I will run this race without a finish line in these uncertain times.  I will run it by trusting my Heavenly Father for each day – one day at a time, one step at a time, one hour at a time, if necessary.   Because He knows where the finish line lies.

“I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come.  I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.”  (Isaiah 46:10)

“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”  (Isaiah 40:31)

sincerely,      Grace Day