“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” –Ecclesiastes 3:1
A Short Story
In all things, count your blessings. Oliveoil and Popeye quickly dashed into a holiday getaway when a “suddenly” struck them with pain. Avoiding a fall into a puddle, she jerked and sprained her left knee leaving her immobile, but Popeye knew to press ice pack on the injury and return them home for more care.
All Christmas plans went awry. Off to the emergency room, x-rays showed no fracture as the doctor said to her, “get plenty of rest, the sciatic nerve is also inflamed, so take this prescription to ease your pain and relax your muscles.” Ugh! Oliveoil wanted to scream, but already felt too much pain. All her special plans for the holidays went out the window.
Patience is a virtue that often runs thin. Family and friends called to prayerfully cheer Oliveoil to be patient with herself while commending Popeye to persevere.
Be still and know that I am God. 2021 is dust and the new year is here. This suddenly continues, the pain has lessened, it comes and goes. For everything has a season, but wait, this fresh new season is full of hope for a coming restoration, says Oliveoil and her trusted Popeye. The Cardinals are returning and Oliveoil wants to feed them, smiling.
A Christmas Story
Imagine a girlish gaze seeing a gurgling brook streaming down the French Alps. She is thoroughly refreshed by the pure icy flow and marvels how her childhood is graced though she barely knows God. She grew up in a loving, adventurous family, travelling throughout Europe embracing their special cultures, yet with little time to plant roots. This spring was her first place to own propelling her into an unexpected adult life.
Psalm 24 asks: “Who shall climb the mountain of the Lord?”
I will, the young woman replied to the Lord, as fledgling wife and mother despite a rocky marriage. Somehow with no choice but to climb through terrible years, came divorce and freedom or else she would die! She couldn’t yet comprehend God’s invisible hands stopping her from drowning. This her second place to own because it was full of miracles in great darkness.
Psalm 24 continues in asking: “Who will stand in His holy place?”
Seasoned as she was, replied, I will dear Lord for He nicknamed her “my daughter of Jerusalem.” True Love caught her by surprise, now happily remarried, strong, flanked by holy friendships; now she abides in this destined place always giving God thanks for His utmost joy residing in her heart…until she breathes her last.
Merry Christmas to One and All!
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