Not all is gloom and doom. My yardman, not really a landscaper, yet tends well, spent last week replenishing soil and mulching the beds. He doesn’t know to dig up and divide the daisies that make new clumps by growing under ground, so some areas are more crowded than I like. However, between his work and some new zinnias and a packet of spring seeds, I will have visits with Swift Blvd. walkers over the appearance of my yard as bloom time comes. Neighbors won’t even see the totally amazing volunteer bluebonnet trail I have outside the back porch from seeds blown over the fence. In a perfect world, more rain would be provided. That is out of my bailiwick, so the sprinkler needs to be on call.
I feel better and more hopeful considering what is right in my life. As last week progressed, I had to weed through what came on texts and e-mails and check the internet to make choices about voting in hopes that my actions would add some wisdom to governmental demands. A friend who is a visitor for our church for those in a hospital who need help spent time with a young woman sitting with a less than year old child with heart problems. I missed an eye doctor appointment today even after robot phone calls and answer STOP texts. I just didn’t read the date, only the time. And across an ocean and a continent, my “country ’tis of thee” began and is continuing an attack that has unknown consequences.
Humming the tune to “Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen,” and remembering the lines to “the Assyrians came down like the wolf on the fold,” I picked up one of my to go to books. The bookmark was at a chapter called A Very Present Help. A favorite song proclaims Psalm 43:1 -3 in a rhythmic cadence that in my mind sounds like a camel driver urging his mount across the desert. Looking back there have always been troubles and we have even doubted that answers were possible. Sifting the outcomes, from somewhere has been provided a shield, a fortress, a rock, a tower, a stronghold. My dry dirt will yield the color of the coming season and my frightened heart will hear the promise of help.
The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever.
Psalm 121:8
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