well true confessions of this self isolator continue, so here goes  . . .

yesterday I played pickleball – today my gym is closed

yesterday seemed a normal day at the gym, everyone working out, wiping down, washing up after every workout – that’s what gym people do – it’s gym etiquette and it has been in place long before this particular corona virus made its appearance on the international scene

so today I have tennis elbow, but now there will be plenty of time for it to heal

I am thinking that for some households this forced “isolation” probably feels like just the opposite.  For households with multiple members, I bet they are all on different schedules normally, passing each other coming and going, but rarely all home at the same time for any length of time.  And now they are all home together and no one is leaving.  Isolation might be sounding pretty good to some of them right about now, probably in direct proportion to number of people divided by the square footage of the home.

However, for those that live alone, this truly is isolation. (cats don’t count as good company, dogs yes, but not cats – sorry cats)  When newscasters are your new best friends, even though they bring only bad news, something is not right.

Last night’s news brought announcements of more closings; the closings of bars, restaurants, gyms and movie theaters.  Something else though, was even more noteworthy I thought, something much more unsettling.  They said warm weather would have no positive effect on this virus, that this “pandemic” could continue on into the summer.

What is significant about this?  Well, we have called it flu season all these years for a reason, it has a beginning and an end.  When schools here first announced their closures, they did so while saying that they would reopen after spring break – which would mean three weeks.

There was an end in sight – a way to plan.  I feel like I am in a race and they keep moving the finish line.  I knew this wasn’t a sprint but I never signed up for a marathon.  But even marathons have finish lines.  And because they do, I can know how to pace myself.  So how do I run a race without a finish line?  How can I know how to pace myself without a finish line?

”  . . .   Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:13-14)

One step at a time.  One day at a time.  One hour at a time if necessary.  I know the One who knows where the finish line lies.  Tomorrow will be the right day for a post I was writing on Manna but didn’t post yet.  Now I know why.  It’s a message I need to hear again and again.  I need to hear it now.

and so my dear readers,  “Be strong and courageous.  Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”  (Joshua 1:9)

“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

 

 

 

what should I be doing while in self isolation?  laundry?   no need – I can live in my pjs or sweats now, so I don’t have a lot of laundry to do.

shower and wash hair?    no need  —  no one will know, no one is going to see me.

the nice people on TV news suggest if I am bored I should play board games – I appreciate the pun – however my cat refuses to play monopoly with me or any other board game for that matter – she doesn’t want me to monopolize her time. She is on a tight schedule of eating, napping in the sun, bird watching out the window and back to eating again,  she really has no time for me  . . .

this self isolation (which I thought initially was for people having symptoms of flu, but now I guess is for everyone regardless?) gives me time to ponder many things

chief among them is today’s question, “why toilet paper?”  I am wondering why toilet paper (along with other items of course), but toilet paper is what those nice news people have been reporting for about a week now, is gone off of store shelves everywhere and very hard to find.  I guess there have been long lines and fights over toilet paper.  Toilet paper is like the newest I-phone but not.  People don’t hoard phones, they become obsolete way too quickly.

Now I understand hand sanitizer and disinfectant wipes being in greater demand than usual, as they are directly related to the remedy, helping to prevent the spread of this disease (as with many influenzas, colds, etc.) by helping us to keep our hands clean and our surfaces clean.

But I haven’t quite figured out what new and different role toilet paper now plays in the fight against this new virus, that it would suddenly be in such demand, even more than food.

Toilet paper is both soft and non perishable (thus its appeal?) but I think it’s about control.  We feel out of control. We can’t control our circumstances so we buy toilet paper.  Maybe it makes us feel more prepared?  And feeling prepared makes us feel like we are more in control than we actually are.  But perception is everything.  So if we believe we are doing our part to fight this coronavirus by stockpiling, hoarding, rounding up all available toilet paper, then we will continue to do this because it helps us to cope with the uncertainty that surrounds us.

Toilet paper has become the new comfort, feel better purchase.  I personally prefer comfort food to comfort toilet paper.  A wise someone I know stocked up on brownie mix, ice cream, sweet rolls  – that’s my kind of impending disaster response.  I would add mac & cheese and Stacy’s pita chips and I would be one prepared self isolator.

I haven’t turned on the TV at all so far today.  I feel like I need a break from the information overload and constant contradictory numbers and news concerning the spread of COVID-19.  Everytime something else gets shut down I feel a little more isolated and a little more hemmed in.

But there is One who hems me in – in a way that comforts and protects me.  “You hem me in – behind and before;  You have laid Your hand upon me.”  (Psalm 139:5)

Instead of watching TV, today I am reading these words from Psalm 91:2-6, “I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’  Surely He will save you from the fowler’s  snare and from the deadly pestilence.  He will cover you with His feathers,  . . .   You will not fear the terror of night,  . . .  nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.”

those words comfort me more than stockpiles of toilet paper ever could.  I will rest in those living words today   . . . .  while the Corona Chronicles continue  . . .

sincerely,     Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

okay, so the first true confession is this – I am not (nor have I ever been) a self isolator.   I am not self isolating.  Everything is closed.  I have no where to go!  The school where I work is closed.  My church is closed.  Libraries are closed.  Museums are closed.  All sporting events are closed.  This is not self isolation, this is forced isolation or isolation by default.

next true confession – I am a Hoosier (that’s not the confession part).  We love our basketball.  March Madness has been cancelled and I am MAD!

Now before you go accusing me of being politically incorrect and of not caring about protecting the aged etc., let me just say – I am the aged!  This also means that my friends would be “the aged.”   So yes, I care about my friends and myself.  But don’t take away my basketball!

my next true confession – I did not stock up on toilet paper when everyone else was doing this.  (I did not get the memo)  So I have to hope this imposed isolation that they are calling self isolation won’t last long.

my final true confession for now is this – I feel more panic over store shelves being empty than I do over the elusive corona virus, which we are told is lurking everywhere (we just can’t see it).  I guess that’s because I don’t know anyone that has the corona virus, nor does anyone I know, know anyone who  has it.  (but it is everywhere)

and that’s the thing – the enemy you can’t see is always more powerful in your imagination than the enemy you can see and deal with.  The unknown produces more fear than the known.  (I guess that’s why they keep telling us, “we really don’t know about this corona (flu) virus”,  thereby keeping us on edge as they continue to add more personal restrictions each day)

For now I will follow Jesus’ instruction in Matthew 22:21 where He tells me to “Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s; and to God the things that are God’s.”

So if you need me I will be at home self isolating, practicing my social distancing, rendering, writing, praying – but not fearing, I refuse to do that  –

But I will “Show proper respect to everyone:  Love the brotherhood of believers, fear God, honor the king.”   (1 Peter 2:17)

When I fear God I don’t need to fear anything or anyone else.  Indeed, “The fear of the Lord leads to life:  Then one rests content, untouched by trouble.”  (Proverbs 19:23)

sincerely,     Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

Fear is running far more rampant right now than the COVID-19 virus.  Fear is doing far more damage to far more people than this current virus ever could do.

Most people recover from a virus, this one included.  But fear seems to linger, to take hold, to take over and move in.  Long after the virus is gone, the fear remains. Some people never recover and fear becomes a way of life.

We are being told by our media to self isolate and to practice social distancing. Supposedly, this will protect us from the dreaded COVID-19 virus. But it will not protect us from fear.  Unlike a virus, fear doesn’t require physical proximity to perpetuate its insidious spread.  And ironically, this very distancing and isolating of ourselves from others, which we are told to do, is what allows our fear to grow in us unchecked until it is out of control and has taken over our every thought and our everyday life.

Fear becomes the new normal, dictating and directing everything we do, every decision we make.  More contagious than any virus and more deadly,  fear spreads more quickly, takes hold more strongly  and moves in more permanently than any virus ever could.  You can self isolate from a virus, but you can’t self isolate from fear.  Isolation fuels fear – feeding it with lies, misinformation, deceptions, and distortions of reality and of the truth.

The antidote to fear is truth.  fear paralyses – fear enslaves  –  truth sets free.

Fear is more contagious than any virus precisely because you don’t need physical contact to contract it.  Fear knows no physical limitations, it has no natural boundaries to cross.  Unlike a virus, bound by physical laws of nature, fear travels unhindered across time and through space.

We could say that fear is an air born disease.  It is transmitted through the air, the air waves –  watching TV, listening to the radio, reading email, twitter, Facebook, newspaper, conversation etc., – we can feel that “fear is in the air” –   fear becomes inescapeable when we are bombarded  with fear messages everywhere we turn.

Fear has free access to all of us,  all that is needed is for us to open the door and let her in,  then continue to feed her

our media is all too eager to be fear’s food supplier

and they are willing and able to provide a plentiful supply of fuel to feed our fear.

it is up to each one of us to protect ourselves from our enemy – Fear.

We are not fighting a virus,  we are fighting fear.

there will always be something we are being told by others that we should be afraid of and therefore alter our actions accordingly.  I, for one, refuse to live in fear.

I know that I don’t have control over world events nor over the circumstances that surround me.  But I know the One who does.  I know the One who is sovereign over all things in heaven and on earth.  And He has said that I am more than a conqueror, I don’t need to live in fear.

“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”   (Romans 8:37-39)

“Be strong and courageous.  Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”   (Joshua 1:9)

“You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You.  Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock eternal.”  (Isaiah 26:3-4)

When I am faced with fear, fear demanding entrance into my life, I want to remember these words from Romans 8:15, “For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship.  And by him we cry, ‘Abba, Father.’ ”     and I want to remember that at all times I can –

”  . . .   know and rely on the love God has for us (me).  God is love.  Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.    . . .    There is no fear in love.  But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.  The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”    (1 John 4:16, 18)

Franklin D. Roosevelt was correct when he stated, “First of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is – fear itself – nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.”

it is time for our retreat to end and for fear to find a new home – she is not welcome here!

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

where have they gone?  right out the door along with common sense and perspective, it seems to me.

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”  (John 8:32)

truth:   The CDC estimates there have been so far this season (2019-2020) at least 15 million flu illnesses, 250,000 hospitalizations and 14,000 flu deaths in the U. S. just this season.

How do I know this?  I had to look this information up for myself.  I certainly am not being told on my morning, midday and evening newscasts these numbers for this year’s influenza.  But I am being told by the news media every time ONE case of corona virus is identified.  This does not mean hospitalization is needed, just that the person has this virus.

And I am being told every time someone dies from the corona virus.  That number is now at 38 for the United States.  Why aren’t I alerted with “breaking news” every time one of those 14,000 souls who has already died from this season’s flu, passed on? Don’t I need to know that as well?

I am given continuous news updates on the spread of the corona virus here and abroad.  Why aren’t I getting those same updates for the much more deadly flu that goes around every year and is still going around right now?

“Influenza is easier to pick up and there are far, far more cases,”  said Dr. Alan Taege, an infectious disease physician at the Cleveland Clinic.  “It’s already much larger than coronavirus has been so far in the whole world, in our own country alone.”

“It’s easy to forget the clear and present danger posed by influenza because it’s always there, sickening millions and killing thousands every year during flu season,” said Dr. Bernard Camins, medical director for infection prevention at the Mount Sinai Health System in New York City.

In doing some research I just learned that influenza killed about 80,000 people in the 2017-2018 flu season.  That was just two years ago.  Yet I don’t remember universities closing, schools closing, libraries closing, churches suspending Sunday services and closing altogether, the NBA cancelling games and the NCAA cancelling the college basketball tournament known to all as “March Madness.”

Well, it is March and there is “madness” alright, but it is of a different kind.  It is a mad frenzy brought on by fear.  We are told to be afraid and our fear is fed by constant updates bringing us an over abundance of incomplete or misinformation. We have not been told to fear influenza in the past, like we are now being told to fear this new coronavirus.  (which is a flu)

Events are being cancelled.  We are being told to stay home and to have things delivered to us.  (so how many other people is my delivery person delivering to, where has he/she been and have they been tested?  I think I would rather shop for my own groceries, thank you)

Wall street is panicking and politicians are attempting to capitalize by seizing more control over our everyday lives than ever before.  80,000 deaths and no one blinks?  38 deaths and our economy and daily lives go into a tail spin?  The only way this happens is when we are filled with fear because we believe what the media wants us to believe.  The antidote for fear is truth.  (plus a little common sense)

Truth will give us the needed perspective with which to view these current events. The labels that we put on things are very telling and very important.  They determine how we make sense of our circumstances.  How we label them determines how we think about them.

Is this an insurmountable crisis or another outbreak of something new like SARS or MERS  or swine flu (H1N1) or ebola all were when they first appeared?  We met each of those challenges without our economy and our lives unraveling.

And we have the ability to do this again.  We have dedicated doctors and scientists who can meet this challenge.  We do not need to be filled with fear and told to stay home when we are healthy.  If the media gave the same kind of coverage to this year’s flu (which you just read the statistics on that) as it is now giving to COVID-19, we would never get out of bed in the morning!

Hopefully, we can overcome our fear, wash our hands, walk out into our wonderful world and go about our daily business of living.  A little truth and a little perspective can go a long way in setting us free from the fear that will otherwise control our decisions and our days.

Hopefully, those in positions of power and leadership will not be ruled by fear, including the fear of not being politically correct, but instead will allow the truth to set them free to do what is right and what is best for everyone, not just those in power who want to grab more power for themselves while people aren’t looking because they are so focused on the impending doom we are constantly told is just around the corner.

Let the truth set us all free,  free to live our lives without fear.

“But God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”   (2 Timothy 1:7)

sincerely,        Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in our culture we discard broken  –  in God’s kingdom, He desires broken

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;  a broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”   (Psalm 51:17)

in our culture, broken is the end  –  in God’s kingdom, broken is the beginning

the beginning of healing, of restoration, of reconciliation – the beginning of the process whereby He makes me a new creation in Christ

when I am finally broken enough, that as the prodigal son once did, I say to myself, “I will arise and go to my Father and ask to be as one of his hired servants,”

when I am finally broken enough to invite God into the life He has given me, it is the beginning of a new life with Him  –

brokenness is not the end,  brokenness is what opens a way for a new beginning –

Jesus does not despise my brokenness; Jesus understands my brokenness, He accepts my brokenness, He has compassion on my brokenness, He can use my brokenness for His good purposes – it is in my brokenness that I am most connected to my Savior –

in my brokenness I let go of self, reach out to Him – and find that He has been waiting for me, expecting me all along –

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”   (Psalm 34:18)

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”  (Psalm 147:3)

Jesus understands and values the broken because He, Himself was broken. “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are (I am) healed.”  (Isaiah 53:5)

Jesus shared with His disciples a lesson on brokenness.  “The Lord Jesus, on the night He was betrayed, took bread, and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, ‘This is my body, which is given (broken) for you; do this in remembrance of Me.’ ”  (1 Corinthians 11:24 & Luke 22:19)

Jesus knew what it was to be broken.  “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.”   (Isaiah 53:3)

In allowing Himself to be broken on that cross, on our behalf, Jesus made it possible for us to one day be made whole.  It is only through Christ’s brokenness that I am made whole.

So I can take heart knowing that my brokenness does not keep me from my Creator but rather is what draws Him near and lets Him in to do His redeeming work in me.

“But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when His glory is revealed.”   (1 Peter 4:13)

sincerely,          Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

I often wonder, what kind of a vessel am I, anyway?  Which is just another way of wondering,  “who am I?” and “why am I here?”  2 Timothy 2:20-21 says, “In a large house there are articles not only of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay; some are for noble purposes and some for ignoble.  If a man cleanses himself from the latter, he will be an instrument for noble purposes, made holy, useful to the Master and prepared to do any good work.”

Well, I certainly want to be prepared and useful.  But the preparation process is often painful.  It requires time in the kiln.  (see previous post, this post is another in the potter series)

I may feel that I am not the vessel that I want to be.  There are other bigger, stronger, lovelier, more colorful, more pleasingly shaped or more intricately designed pieces of pottery than I am.  Did the potter make a mistake when He created me, I wonder?  (something tells me others often ask this very same question)

“But who are you, O man, to talk back to God?  Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, ‘Why did You make me like this?’ ”  (Romans 9:20)

“You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, ‘He did not make me’?  Can the pot say of the potter, ‘He knows nothing’?”  (Isaiah 29:16)

“Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker,   . . .    Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’  Does your work say, ‘He has no hands’?”  (Isaiah 45:9)

Well, that’s all pretty clear – we need to trust that our Potter/Creator knows what He is doing.  We are not mistakes.  On the contrary, our Creator formed and fashioned each one of us with intention and with care.

We read in Psalm 139:13-14, “For You created (some translations say “formed”) my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

God’s works are wonderful and we are the work of His hands.

“Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn Your commands.”  (Psalm 119:73)

“For we are God’s workmanship, (some translations say ‘masterpieces’) created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”  (Ephesians 2:10)

Job knew who his Potter was.  He cried out to God in his distress, “Your hands shaped me and made me.  Will You now turn and destroy me?  Remember that You molded me like clay.  Will You now turn me to dust again?”   (Job 10:8-9)

Well, it turned out God had good intentions and purposes for Job, just as He has good purposes in mind for you and for me.  If I could just stop questioning my Maker and rest in what His word tells me, I would be a much happier, more content vessel, ready to be of service.  I guess that will happen when I completely trust Him.  Then I will no longer doubt and question why He made me as He did.

what kind of vessel am I?  one created with intention and purpose in mind, that’s what kind.  and I can rest assured –

“The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; Your love, O Lord, endures forever – do not abandon the works of Your hands.”   (Psalm 138:8)

“I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”  (Psalm 84:10)

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

yes, Albertie, you are being sought out – at least by Alice.  How do I know this?  Alice has left numerous messages on my voicemail over the last few days, seeking you – not realizing of course that I am not you.  Actually, no one else is you.  You are one of a kind, Albertie, I’m sure of it.

Even your name is unique.  Is it short for Alberta?  Were you born in Canada?  It sounds to me like you and Alice have been fast friends for a very long time.  Judging by the voice on my voicemail, I am imagining you two have lived a lot of life and have had more than your share of adventures, together and separately.

But more than that, the voice I hear on my voicemail leaving messages for you, sounds so full of life and mischief and fun, sounds like she has so much life left to live – that my imagination has been captured by the two of you.  And what’s the story with these flowers?  At the moment that is the reason for Alice’s urgency in reaching you – she has flowers for you and she wants to drop them off.  But you are not returning her calls.

I guess that’s my fault.  OK, I know that’s my fault.  So I have left Alice a voicemail letting her know that I am not you, (as if anyone else ever could be) and that you have not been receiving her messages.  I am feeling Alice’s panic and pain when she said in her last voicemail to you/me that she felt you had vanished off the face of the earth because she has not heard back from you.

By the way Albertie, Alice is leaving your flowers on her back porch in case you come by when she’s not at home.  She does have a doctor’s appointment today and doesn’t know when she’ll be back.  These flowers are quite the mystery to me but they must be very important as Alice is determined to get them to you one way or another.  She has offered numerous times to drop them by but she needs to know when you’ll  be home.

I am now caught up in this mystery, wondering about the two of you.  Why doesn’t Alice have your correct phone number?  Have you moved recently, Albertie?  Are the flowers from a suitor?  I’m thinking not.  It actually sounds like they might be from a funeral  you two attended in these last few days.  Who did you lose, Albertie?  It sounds like Alice is here for you.

What a gift a fast friend is!  I can hear the caring and concern in Alice’s voice in each voicemail left on my phone for you, her dear Albertie.  My heart broke at the sadness in Alice’s voice in her last message when she said it was like you had disappeared from the face of the earth.  I get that.  Everyone wants, needs and deserves a proper goodbye when the time comes.

But the time for you two dear ladies has not yet come.  I imagine you two taking tea and traveling the world together, playing cards and planting flowers.  And so I left Alice a voicemail of my own, setting the record straight, letting her know that I was not you and that you had not been receiving her recent messages.

Still, I am going to miss hearing Alice’s voice when today there are no more messages from her on my phone.  And I am left hanging.  Did you get the flowers yet?  Has Alice realized she’s been calling the wrong number and corrected her mistake?  Did she get my voicemail?

Or does Alice still wonder about your whereabouts, Albertie?  Does she think you’ve abandoned her, or perhaps fallen ill or come down with amnesia or been kidnapped?  Our imaginations do tend to run wild in the absence of concrete information.  So  . . .

Alice, I just may have to give you a call soon – for my own peace of mind, mind you.  I have to know that you and Albertie are back together again and on to your next adventure.

Actually, that’s a story I’d like to write – “The Adventures of Alice and Albertie”.   In the meantime I just want to know that you figured out the correct phone number and had an actual conversation with one another.  Friendship is always sweeter face to face – no matter what Facebook would have us believe.  But I suspect you already know that.

So, I’ll be calling you ’cause truly I just want to hear your voice again –  your voice that has drawn me into your story, your voice which carries within it all the elements of a life you are living well, the warmth, the humor, the caring, the persistence, the character of you – they all come through loud and clear on the voicemails I have received by accident.

But there are no accidents with a Sovereign God, just everyday miracles amid the mundane.  Be talking to you soon, Alice – and you can tell Albertie “hi” from me.

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down; his friend can help him up.  But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!  Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.  But how can one keep warm alone?  Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves.  A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”   (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)

sincerely,       Grace Day

 

 

 

and the pot you are so steadfastly watching doesn’t boil   . . .   what to do?  what to do?

become a goat herder and eat cold soup?   or   . . .   continue to wait and to watch,  hoping and believing that you will have more chickens and hot soup soon  –   or

you could turn up the heat on the stove and on those unhatched eggs    . . .   but if it’s not God’s timing you could end up with burned soup and dead unhatched chickens

with God timing seems to be very important, indeed – timing is everything as we so often say  . . .

so better that I should,  “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”   (Psalm 27:14)

it is hard to wait and it is harder yet to “Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him;   . . .   those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.”    (Psalm 37:7-9)

so I wait because I am told in Acts 1:7, “It is not for you (me) to know the times or dates the Father has set by His own authority.”         but   . . .

“For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter, though a man’s misery weighs heavily upon him.”  (Ecclesiastes 8:6)

I can know that God’s timing is always perfect, He’s never early nor late  –  “The eyes of all look to You, and You give them their food at the proper time.  You open Your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing.”   (Psalm 145:15-16)

Mine is to wait on Him.   “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this: (bring it to pass)”    (Psalm 37:5)

waiting, hoping, trusting, believing,

sincerely,      Grace Day