How are you using this time of quarantine? Are you allowing the extra time to draw closer to God or are you just creating new ways to be busy to survive this new normal? We all have done it. We don’t want to look square in the face at the source of our problems and run from what is obvious, oftentimes. We run from the ONE who knows us best. I am convinced that this abnormal time in history is a gift from Him.
Are you allowing Him to speak to you about some area of life that He has been prompting you to change? We all have more time on our hands now. We can’t make the excuse that we don’t have time for prayer and meditation in His word. We can get alone with God and really listen to Him now. At first, I was scared that this may be it… the end of life might come before I was ready. As the weeks have gone by, I have eased up with that concern and now realize that God wants to use the time to change me and do an overhaul on my attitudes and thought life.
Many of us are in close quarters with loved ones. Now is a good time to work out some area of difficulty.. that uncomfortable topic of discussion that just never was the right time to bring up. Are we showing acts of kindness and unselfishness to one another during this time? Are we reaching out to those that are scared, isolated or alone through this pandemic, giving from what we have to those that can’t get out to get supplies for themselves? Are we reacting selfishly, hoarding for ourselves all we can out of insecurity and fear or are we considering others before ourselves during this time?
I believe God wants us to come out of this better than we were before. He wants us to be changed, unselfish and grateful people. He is searching throughout the earth for those that will turn around and come back to give Him thanks for what He has done for us and brought us through. Like the ten lepers who Jesus healed, only one came back to give Him thanks. Luke 17:11-19.
On Easter Sunday evening, my husband and I awoke to the sound of high winds. The rafters in our house were creaking. We heard tree limbs cracking outside. We are surrounded by woods along the back of our property.
We lost power once around 2 am then drifted back to sleep. Around 5:30, the power went off again. This was when the winds picked up. My husband got me out of bed and made me curl up on a bench in the laundry room. This is the center of our house so it is the safest spot. I began praying for the safety of our friends and family. After an hour or so, the winds died down. We went back to bed. It was a fitful night and neither of us got much sleep. When we woke again around 8 or so, we still had no power. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hot outside so we opened up some windows to get fresh air. We looked around the yard. It was littered with branches, debris and leaves. Tree limbs were down everywhere. We were fortunate because only one shingle appeared to be damaged by a falling limb. We called our family. My mother was fine and had actually slept through the whole thing. There was no damage to her condo, only a mess of tree limbs blown about. Our daughter was safe at her patio home which has few trees nearby. Our son lives in an apartment in the front of our office. It is surrounded by several huge oak trees. We phoned him to check on him. He said he had heard heavy winds but did not realize until daylight that a tree was down in the front yard. It was one of the big ones! He was fine but the tree came very close to the building.
We feel blessed that we did not suffer more damage than we did. Others were not as fortunate. There were tree limbs down and uprooted trees all over town. Some fell on roofs of homes. Tarps covered quite a few houses where trees had fallen. There were 9 deaths reported across the state from tornadic activity and heavy winds. There is still a lot of clean up going on.
I am reminded of the scripture in Matthew 8:25 when the disciples woke Jesus in the boat and said “Save us Lord, lest we perish.” I thought of this passage in the middle of the storm while I was praying. He can quiet the storms in our lives only He wants us to reach out to Him in faith recognizing our need for Him.
It has been nearly 20 years since 9-11. I still remember images of a cross made by two structural support beams that remained amidst the rubble in the aftermath of the terrorist attack on the twin towers in New York City. St. Paul’s Chapel Trinity Church stands within a block from the site of ground zero. It was spared amidst crashing debris while a tree beside it was hit. The mammoth limbs of the century old sycamore tree fell within inches of the structure but it miraculously remained intact and undisturbed. It was used as a resting place for rescue workers during the crisis and later became a place throngs of people went to mourn the nearly 3000 souls that were lost during the attack. Both serve as memorials to this day of the tragedy but also are reminders of the grace of God during times of despair.
Once I had a neighbor who put a cross out in his yard each Easter. It was covered with flowers and symbolized the joy of the resurrection of Christ. I looked forward to the beautiful display each year. It was a symbol of hope in Christ.
This week is Holy Week. Christians are not able to attend houses of worship due to the pandemic from the Coronavirus. However, we don’t need buildings to worship in and reflect on the sacrifice of Christ during His crucifixion on the cross. If we turn to the news, the reports are not encouraging. The death tolls of those suffering from the virus are rising. There is no good news in the world right now.
The cross still stands out as a beacon for those who believe in Christ’s transforming power of salvation during our current crisis. Pray a simple prayer and Christ will save you. Confess your sins and ask Him to come into your heart. You too can know this hope in Him.
The year was 1918. The place was a farm near the Blue Ridge mountains in Staunton, Virginia. My grandfather was a teenage boy no older than fourteen years of age. His family was sick with a flu virus that was plaguing the country. He was the only one on the farm that had not contracted the deadly virus.
His mother was too weak to prepare any food for the family. She told Crawford to go to the hen house and pick out the plumpest bird that he could find. He was told to hold the bird by the head and toss it until it broke it’s neck. Then he was to pluck it’s feathers and cook it in a pot to make chicken broth for the family to eat in order to possibly recover and survive.
He had never done this horrible chore before. He had watched his mother and father do it hundreds of times, though at a great distance so as not to get too upset. He had not entertained the thought that the food he ate was one of his barnyard friends. The barn cats and chickens had become pets to him. He fed the farm animals every day and had special names for each one. The chickens had bonded with him and communicated with him in a special way. When he appeared inside the henhouse each morning either at feeding time or when he came to collect their eggs they began cooing and clucking in a unique way to show their affection for him.
Yet, here he was having to go choose one to be a sacrificial meal in order to save his family. Would he choose Henrietta or Geraldine? Both were among his favorites. One had speckled black and white feathers. The other was brown, the color of caramel. The eggs they laid were the color of their feathers. Collecting the multi-colored eggs was always a fun chore.
He had loved the chickens as a child. Now was the day, the boy was to become a man. He was to do a deed that would change him forever. Though he didn’t want to do it, he had to be brave and step up to the plate. He braced himself, and prayed to God to help him obey his mother in order to rescue his family.
In the bible, in 2 Chronicles, you can read the story of Abraham and Isaac. The loving father had to muster the courage to kill his son. God provided the sacrificial lamb instead but was looking for the obedience of Abraham to lay down the son he loved. This story foretells the sacrifice of Jesus, God’s own son. God was willing to give up His own son for us so that we would receive forgiveness from our sins. John 3:16.
Our nation is faced with a challenge for bravery during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Each one of us is stepping out into unknown territory during an unprecedented time in history. We have been called upon to do things we have never done before. The future may look bleak or uncertain. We can look to the bible for examples of faith to carry us through this time. We can look to our ancestors and remember stories of how they survived. We must turn to God, through Jesus, who alone has the power to heal and to save us all.
Are you guys having the same challenges as I am when it comes to eating your leftovers? I have never been a huge fan of eating the same meal for days on end. Food often was wasted in the past because my family is somewhat picky. If it wasn’t that great the first time, I surely could not interest them in it on day two or three.
Here is one particular dish with which I had success. On a cold, rainy day two days ago, I decided to make vegetable soup to increase our vegetable intake and to beef up our immune systems. My concoction included both tomatoes and a crumbled up beef patty along with whatever vegetables I could find. I added part of a bag of frozen mixed vegetables which I always try to keep on hand. I had a few potatoes and a bag of spinach so added some of each of those also. The broth was a blend of canned beef broth, water and tomato juice from the can of tomatoes. A recipe online called for some curry, bay leaves and red pepper flakes. I also sautéed onion, celery, carrots and garlic to add to the broth. These seasonings gave it a little kick.
To complete the meal, I whipped up a loaf of banana nut bread. I had been putting bananas in the freezer when they were starting to spoil with this scrumptious treat in mind. I discovered the traces of walnut crumbs in the bottom of a container and some dried cranberries in my pantry. I added these in to the dough for an extra measure of healthy ingredients.
This meal was quite tasty on this particular cooler weather day. Now, two days later, I have been eyeing the dish of soup in the refrigerator. I am thinking about eating it, yet again, for dinner. Cue idea! It already contains two of the ingredients found in chili. I think I will try adding beans and come up with a slightly altered version of the original recipe. If I add cheese and sour cream, it might pass as chili. Here is how it turned out. Pretty good for a leftover dish, if I do say so myself!
Since we have another 30 day quarantine under executive order to prevent the spread of the coronavirus through the whole month of April, I have been trying to think of ways to stay productive in order to stay sane. Thankfully, we have had some warmer, sunny days here in South Carolina this last week. There’s no better time to get busy gardening.
My first flower is in bloom. It is a purple clematis that I planted near the front entryway back in February. I know the picture shows a blue flower but trust me, it is purple. It is cheerful to see it here every time I come and go through my front door. The hostas and purple heucheras or coral bells are growing nicely and give the corner next to the walkway a shot of color too. I plan to plant some boxwoods near the front wall as I don’t want anything to grow too tall there and block our view of the garden from the front porch.
My husband has been planting some foundation shrubs and trees. It has not been an easy job. Each time he has dug a hole, he has hit mounds of large gravel or mostly rocks. Honestly, builders seem oblivious and careless regarding plans for gardens around new homes. We have uncovered deep gravel pits within four feet around the entire foundation of the house as well as within four feet of either side of the driveway. Obviously, these are the prime locations for specimen plants. My poor husband has been diligently working each weekend for the last month. Each session only ends up with three plants in the ground. We are deterred but are not giving up.
Here are some plantings so far. Hopefully, the plants will live. We have tried diligently to improve our horrible planting conditions.
We found two beautiful Japanese maples at a local nursery. They are called coral bark maples. They provide winter interest as the bark shows off its pretty red branches throughout the cold months. Along one side of the house, I am starting a bed with a small maple and some dwarf mugo pine shrubs.
I have pots of zinnia seeds starting to sprout near the front door. They will help me stay motivated as I can see new life emerging and the plants growing a little each day. They will provide a time marker, so to speak, to carry me through the long days of the next month.
James 1:2-3 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.