Well, it’s springtime in Manitoba – time for our characteristic April snow storm! Here is the view from my back door today:
The snow began early yesterday, and then just kept on comin’. It’s petering out now. Since we haven’t had as much snow as usual this year, this almost feels like more than we’ve had all winter.
In the midst of the snow storm yesterday, I found myself paying visits to the doctor’s office and then to the hospital for an x-ray. No, I don’t have COVID-19, but a flu that was something very similar ran through our household earlier this month. Now, several weeks later, I am experiencing some odd pains in my ribs and being checked for infection. It was a little bit unsettling to expose myself to doctor’s offices and hospitals with COVID going around while I may already have a lung infection. Here I am, in masked and sanitized glory, awaiting my x-ray:
Later on I paid a trip to the grocery store. One advantage for me in all of this is being able (even required) to shop alone, without my children tagging along. I love being with them, but those trips are simpler when I don’t have to keep a handle on two energetic boys while gathering the groceries. It’s an odd world out there, as we all know. It’s quiet, and people keep their distance, but I’m finding that many who I encounter are welcoming of a friendly smile. The staff at the grocery store seem a little stressed, but from what I’ve seen, their attitudes are admirable – joking with each other, laughing, and smiling to lighten the mood. (In between their repetitive wiping of conveyer belts.)
In the midst of all of this, I’ve read more news than I probably have in two years. But as one of my favorite bloggers, Lisa Howeler, reminded me in this post, we cannot find what we need in the news or in the media. My devotions have been lacking in frequency for several weeks. An excuse could be, “Well, my kids are home full time,” but it’s not a very good one. If it’s possible for me to read news story after news story while they’re home, and then worry needlessly about all the possible implications of what is happening in the world, it should be possible for me to read a chapter of the Bible and scrawl a prayer in my journal to my ever-listening and caring Father.
A song was playing on the radio yesterday as I pulled up to the medical clinic, and its lyrics caught my ear: “Hallelujah, I am broken, I’m broken wide open. Hallelujah, I am emptied out. Hallelujah, I am nothing, thank you, for being my everything. I’m ready now, to lay it down.” If there ever were a time for us to let go, it would be now. To realize, we are not on the throne, even though we sometimes trick ourselves into believing that. Hallelujah…there is blessing in being brought low before God.
I signed up for e-devotionals through my church. This morning, the reading was John 13, the chapter where Jesus washes His disciples’ feet. I found my heart softening as I read it. When I am anxious or scared, I am tempted to care only for myself. However, in the moments preceding what would be some of Jesus’ darkest hours, his demonstration was servanthood, and love, for others. I have much to learn from this example.
I hope that you will have some time to spend today with the Spirit of this Man Jesus, who longs to minister to your soul. Here are some of my favorite songs to help with that.