Devotional

April 19 2025

Holy Saturday

Psalm 22 Verses 1-2

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    Why are you so far from saving me,
    so far from my cries of anguish?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
    by night, but I find no rest.[b]

Holy Saturday , a bleak day. Jesus is in the grave. The disciples have gone away. They think it is all over. Nothing will ever be the same. God has forsaken them.

We are lucky. We know the end of the story so it is hard for us to feel what they were feeling. It’s hard to imagine the end of all hope. But God hs a plan.

Prayer: God our hope, support us when we can’t see the new day coming. Be with us in the bleak times and show us the way to the light. AMEN

Devotional

April 5 2025

Psalm 84 Verses 5-7

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
    whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baka,
    they make it a place of springs;
    the autumn rains also cover it with pools.[d]
They go from strength to strength,
    till each appears before God in Zion.

I know one thing for sure. I can’t depend on y own strength. I like to think of myself as being able to manage most things but the older I get the more I realize that are limits to what I can do. That’s not something I want to admit… but it’s true. There is, however, no limit to Gods’ strength. God can manage anything if we just let him. The problem is that we keep trying to do it alone. It would be much better to depend, for our strength, on someone whose strength is infinite.

Prayer: God whose power is infinite, give us strength in our weakness. Let us turn to you and rely on your compassion. AMEN

Devotional

March 8 2025

Psalm 5 Verse 3

In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; early in the morning I make my appeal and watch for you.

I with it were so. I wish we all took time out every day to pray morning and evening. We have good intentions. We make plans to get ourselves into a routine. It lasts for a few days and then something interferes. It is so hard to be consistent. When we do pray it is often to ask for something….healing for someone…help for family…whatever. This is not bad but not enough. The Psalm clearly says “I make my appeal and watch for you.” The Psalmist sits and waits for an answer. How often do we wait for an answer? We pray and then we move on. When will we learn to wait?

Prayer: Patient Lord, thank you for waiting for us. Help us to turn to you in our joys and our sorrows. Most of all help us to wait and listen for your answer. AMEN

Another hold up

Today I discovered that my apartment will not be ready until the middle of June. Just another setback. Since I have to move from here by May 30th I will have to move in with my daughter and her family. Everything will have to be packed and stored until I can get in. Just another aggravation and more time to wait.

Waiting is not one of my strong suits. I am so anxious to have this journey completed and I pray that it will be an end to the moving. It will be so nice to be somewhere that I can meet people and have things to do. This year+ has certainly been a trial and one I hope will not come again.

Finding a new path for all of us after this covid crisis has certainly tested everyone. God willing we will be able to gradually move forward.

Tired, sad, and hopeful

This is the first night that I have attempted to write anything. Having lived for almost a month in chaos has me really drained. We are finally able to feel as if we live in our apartment. It is a very quiet and tree filled area. It is, however, much different than living in a neighborhood where everyone smiled and waved to each other. It feels emotionally cold although I am sure that is just me adjusting to a different world.

Right now it is hard. My family is mostly busy during the week with work and school even though available for help and ememrgencies if needed. It feels very lonely although in truth no different than our former home during covid. Getting out is the same and it was lonely at home too. It just feels different in a different space. I know these feelings will pass and some of it is homesickness but at the moment it makes me sad.

Sometimes waiting is so hard. All of us waiting for a vaccine and for something to change. In lots of ways putting life on hold. We have to find ways to continue to live even if in a different way.

I am holding on to that hope for now and managing.

I am sorry to have missed so many blogs and so many of you on wordpress and on facebook. I will try to get back to my former pattern so that I can reconnect.

In this week coming up to Thanksgiving in the US I will be counting my blessings and they are many. Peace, Suzanne

Waiting time

My world is changing
So fast
Whirling away

The pressure building
Forcing action
Leaving me gasping

Grief arises and
Tears fall
Wetting my cheeks

So easy to cry
Letting go
Weeping again

But there is life
And joy
New horizons

On the other side
Of this
This waiting time

Life as we know it

Not everything can be fixed « unpack the ratAs a nurse there is one thing that I have learned well….not everything can be fixed. Often people grow up with the idea that there is nothing that can’t be solved in some way. Working in the hospital it is evident that things go wrong, people die, life is not perfect.

We live in a world where we expect everything to be fixed. Get a headache take a pill. Go to the doctor..get a diagnosis..get fixed. We don’t want to wait for anything. We want everything to be done at once.

Because of that this time is a real eye opener for some. I can’t go to the store and expect to find everything I need. I can’t hop in my car and go out to a restaurant. Everything I want is not available. What a shock.

Rationing in the United States - WikipediaI was born a year before Pearl Harbor. I don’t remember much about the war as I was very young but I do remember rationing. You couldn’t get everything you wanted. Gas was limited so you couldn’t go where you wanted all the time. We mostly stayed home. My father was working on the pentagon (construction contractor) and was exempt from going to war. This grieved him and he tried several times to go but to no avail.

My parents built a house shortly before the war began. They had extra rooms and took in war wives whose husband were overseas. They lived with us throughout the war. That was the environment I grew in. We were comfortable but certainly weren’t able to choose the life we wanted to live. I was blessed with a sense of extended family and lots of love but we lived in frightening times. Even as a small child I could sense that angst.

This time reminds me of those days. Something from my distant memory pulls feelings from the past. Those feelings are attached to the way things are now. Just like that time we can’t fix it. We just have to wait it out and live with whatever comes afterward.

Remember…patience, patience and waiting. It can’t be fixed but it can be endured and lived beyond.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
― Julian of Norwich