It’ll Get Better! I Hope!
I guess I’m not the only thing around here that is falling apart at the seams. My determination to not buy anything new and only use what I have is being severely challenged. Each strand of garland sheds worse than this old head – and that’s saying a lot!
I was planning on covering two metal frames as my trees for the year, but alas. There will be only enough strands for one.
Which in reality is quite enough. That project is going to take me longer than I had initially planned. Sitting on ice packs seems to be a more important project at the moment.
And it will be prettier than the picture above would indicate. Put enough lights, bows, and ornaments on a tree and no one will notice the gaps. Hopefully!
But I will tell you something that has dampened my joy in today’s activity. Sorry. This will probably be a very downer blog.
My heart is bleeding as I think of those affected by the storms. Many have lost every Christmas ornament they ever had. Many don’t even have a home to put up a Christmas tree.
As I went about my business this morning, I thought of all the things I regularly take for granted – the toilet, potty paper, a hot shower. I have two large drawers of towels and washcloths. That doesn’t include the ones in the other bathrooms or the ones in the closet I hold back for guests.
The Lord has blessed us. How can I practically bless others? Yes, we’ve donated money. I would send along all sorts of goods from here, but that would not meet the desperate need. We can’t physically help. Shoot, I can’t even clean up my own floors, much less shovel feet of mud from someone’s house!
Can you imagine? I told Ronald last night, I hope I would be one of those with a true pioneering spirit who could put on her big girl panties and carry on despite – despite everything. I would hope I could keep a strong faith.
If I could, I would go around giving every storm victim a hug and a Christmas ornament. Silly wishes.
I often tease that my alter ego is that of a fairy godmother. I wish I could dry every tear, heal every wounded spirit, and make everyone happy-ever-after. Of course, that’s not happening. In reality, I’m just an old lady in central Georgia, hanging out with ice packs and acetaminophen.
The Bible says to rejoice with those who rejoice and to weep with those who weep. Today, even though I rejoice in getting to put up Christmas decorations, I sit here weeping for others. More importantly I am praying for them.
I am praying for complete strangers. I don’t know the names or situations, but God does. And He cares. I share this verse with you all to share with others. Psalm 147:3 ‘He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.’
Why do bad things happen to good people? I can’t answer that other than we live in a fallen world. I must remember that God is sovereign, has a bigger plan than I can see, and this is not the end. I have to trust that He loves me no matter what trials I face in this life. I have to believe that no matter what happens, He has me in His hands. Most importantly, I know that through all of life, He loves me as a dearly beloved child.
Romans 8:35, 37, 38, 39 NKJV ‘Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?… Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing shall be able to separate us from the love o God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.’
Blessings
Kara Beth
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