Sickness has come to my little home this past week, a most unwelcome visitor. I’m usually a pretty active person. No, I don’t run marathons, but I spread myself around my little world in a bunch of ways. Having a strong and debilitating virus strike me down like a bowling ball does to pins is a humbling experience.
Yesterday was an incredibly busy day, filled to the top with all manner of tasks, obligations, and civic duties. There was joy in caring for my beautiful little grand girl, Mika. There was a packing up and going to her library story/play time. There was a quick trip to the fishmonger for a purchase for dinnertime prep. There was a dash to the polls to vote in the mid-terms. There was pick up and clean up while Mika took her nap after lunch. There was a dash into the craft store for materials for the church Holiday Stroll Christmas ornaments. There was a traffic-filled trip home for dinner prep … then, run the laundry, check the email, look at the calendar for the rest of the week, make some phone calls.
When did I breathe ? When did I stop ? When did I rest ? I stopped as the moon rose high over our back yard. The news and chatter about mid-terms was on NPR. The prospect of politics becoming even more ‘kerfuffled’ overwhelmed me, so I stepped outside into the dark evening to just breathe.
The moon was so bright and full - sharp edges against the dark blue of the night sky. I just stopped and stood and said a quiet prayer, “Let me just rest in knowing that this moon has watched the eons pass. It has seen goodness and evil. It has shone down on sadness and great joy. It has been eclipsed millions of times, but it never stops reflecting sunlight to eyes, if they will only look up. Let me always look up, Lord, knowing that so many others have sat and contemplated life by the bright moonlight. Adam, Eve, Noah, Moses, David, Solomon, Mary, Joseph, Jesus, Peter, Paul … they all have looked and seen that bright orb and rested in knowing that all will be well. All will be well … I trust in you Lord to make it so! And the moon will continue to watch."
Then, I turned and walked back into the house ... calm, quiet, and breathing much slower. All will be well. I can rest in that assurance.
This, I believe.
NOTE: I have been journaling of late. Just a bit and slowly. Much of my writing revolves around devotional/prayer, but some also revolves around lifestyle stuff and my work with Noom. No one wants to hear about a middle aged woman's diet and lifestyle struggles, but perhaps one might be interested in the occasional spiritual pondering. So, Buch Handling takes a bit of a turn from poetry and book reviews to a devotional that I found worthy.
I hope it strikes a chord. Peace and Hope !
