April turned to May, since I last wrote. I’ve missed you but missed my family in California more. So after two shots(not what you’re thinking) and a dose of hope, I flew west for a month to hug and be hugged. I jumped into the unknown and found the net held. And for those days, living with family and friends, the net proved more like a trampoline, adding bounce and lift to body, mind and spirit. Love does that.
Still, sometimes I felt and still feel lost. The altered terrain of my world, as I age, and the world out there require updated mapping. I prefer the familiar. It feels safer inside a cocoon but I’m designed for life outside the womb my fears create.
Sometimes God gives me a holy nudge. Every now and then, I look at the clock and it reads: 2:22, 11:11, 3:33, or 5:55. And I smile at the odd chance of seeing such “perfect” alignment. So I say aloud (if alone), “Thank you, Jesus, for the reminder that my times are in your hands.”
And they are, but how am I to live each day during these uncharted times? What have I lost and found during this global pandemic? My grandson, Luke, found music in new ways during the pandemic. He taught himself guitar and piano. He found alone time, not all bad.
Well, I miss Luke and his music but find there’s no place like home, even on this bleak and drizzly day. And while I struggle, sometimes, to find my way, familiar words fortify me for the trek into the unknown, “The Lord is my shepherd: I have everything I need…he guides me along right paths.”(from Psalm 23 NLT) And no one knows better than the Good Shepherd where to find and how to tend lost sheep.
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