Day 68 Little Things

 

3/9/2026

"And He is the head of the body, the church, 

who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead,

that in all things He may have the preeminence."

Colossians 1:18  

 

This morning I woke up sharply at 8 am, as the alarm clock didn't go off at the usual time. Fortunately, my biological time clock rang louder. The house was still. Daniel was softly snoring on the sofa in the living room, otherwise all was silent and calm. A dense fog was rising from the ground, and a couple of cars were passing by on the lonely highway that runs across from the house. There's some activity at the church across the way announcing school in session. Blooms are forming on the bushes along the back of the yard, but the thorns and thistles threaten to choke out the beauty of the natural bush. Last year I worked hard and long trying to rid the trees of a nasty vine that has been choking the life from the crepe myrtle trees. The same vine is threatening my bushes along the back, so we are working against time to try to cut them back and dig out the vines.

As I grabbed a cup of coffee before sitting down to my quiet time alone with God, I tried to refocus my mind as I glanced at the news from Israel. Over recent days the war has been accelerating, and other countries are responding to attacks made on their countries by Iran. My email was packed with similar information stating the same things. I'm learning how to glean my emails, deleting the repetitious ones or those that appear to rant and rave. I've decided that I need to prioritize my mail and unsubscribe to others. I think I must be on everyone's mailing list, as it never seems to slow down. I must not allow it to consume my thoughts, so I realign my focus to seeking God's face before anything else. He must have preeminence. 

When I passed by the living room my son was waking up. He told me that he'd been up since 2 am. He had plans to take our car in for a check up, but the fog put a damper on those plans. Since the accident in December, we prefer to stay closer to home, limiting travel on days when the weather is uncertain. Fog is very dangerous to drive in, so plans changed, and the day was rearranged to another focus, another task. That's progress, as there have been many times when change had to be planned out in advance. I think it's a victory to say that tasks can now be completed without prior planning or notice, and no longer have to be scheduled. When one is dealing with depression, mental health challenges, and a past that flies in the face, and voices that echo the lies of the enemy, it is understandable that change cannot come easily. But now, I see new hope, and that brightens and lights up my day.