Friday, December 04, 2015
This World We Live In
The news is so horrible these days. Fear can grip you and squeeze you to the core, when you hear about all these shootings, so totally random. You can find yourself wondering if you should go here or there. No place seems beyond the reach of hatred. When I start to think about all this, I tend to step back a bit further into our quiet life and be an ostrich for a while, completely happy to have my head in the sand for a bit. To reaffirm in my mind that I was born a couple centuries too late. To yearn for a quieter time, to mourn for the olden days when we had not even heard of the terms we use so often today on the news and social media. This morning I had breakfast by candle light, as if to chase away the modern world. I had my oatmeal in a pewter porringer, old and worn as if I could mingle the oatmeal with history. We all need a respite from the insanity that rages around us. I am reminded of the verse I love so well, Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
We all need a time of being under His wings.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...