Day 189 Hmmmm!

 

7/8/2025

 "I have been young, and now am old; 

yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken,

nor his descendants begging bread."

Psalm 37:25 

 

Days drift into days and nights into nights, and the new day dawns, and I find myself lagging behind once more. So much happens in a day, then very little actually changes. It seems as if time has gotten the best of me, and I feel as if I can never catch up and recapture the moments that have been lost. I sit here now looking out my bedroom window onto an open field of dandelions and white clover, crabgrass and an occasional cluster of blue violets to soften the overpowering blast of yellow. It seems as if it rains daily, even if only a short drizzle, causing the grass to double in height and badly in need of another trim. The house seems to continue to decay, although brick does stand the test of time. Regardless of the rock quarry that shacks the ground with every blast, cracking the plaster on the walls from the repercussions of the dynamiting, aiding the natural settling of the earth over the course of time, my parent's home is steady and strong, yet badly in need of care and repair. 

Considering all of this, I smile and breathe another prayer of thanksgiving to my God who has given me all this and more. I do not have the time to recount the blessings He gives me daily, because He gives me everything, and I would never get to the busyness of living and caring for all He has given me, if I constantly chattered on. But yet, I find myself, laughing when I get tired and remind Abba of my weariness, because He reminds me of all that Jesus endured in a day, walking the long, dusty roads and narrow, thorny paths leading across the desert to arrive at His stops for the day. His divine appointments. Jesus never complained of the tremendous heat Israel beats down upon its inhabitants. The great toil of traveling from place to place, warmly and enthusiastically accepted here, rejected and chased off in other places. He stood for hours and healed the sick, cast out demons, raised the dead, comforted the weak and encouraged those who were troubled and in need of extra attention. Coated with sweat and dirt and blood as He ministered. Many times He went without eating, other times He multiplied the loaves and fishes. He never tired of the ceaseless questions His disciples asked, because they could not understand His mission. The love of Jesus knew no bounds, and it is the same today. He tolerates so much with me. 

Perhaps I am feeling nostalgic today.