We must calmly advance ahead,
Using mindful steps in full stead.
Raging waters rock to and fro,
We must become still and just know.
Events will set themselves aright,
If we do not give in to fright.
The Master has an unknown plan,
Has us wondering if He can.
Remember us in times like these,
Trust. In His time, he will appease.
Lynn M. March 21, 2020
During these trying times of forced self-quarantines, it is a perfect time to become still. It is a proverbial, perfect storm. Many of us are unable to turn down the noise, mute our devises or come to our senses after being overly indulged daily.
Every waking hour requires some type of hype and outer stimulation. The amped-up voices, yelling, screaming and even on-line trolling of people we have never met have become the new normal for many.
But now, the corona virus has brought us to a screeching halt. We are being made to take a break and pause as we realize that we are not the center of the universe. We do not make the world go around. Each of us is quite dispensable and if we do not wake up tomorrow, the dawn will still roll in, the sun will still rise, and the earth will continue to rotate on its axis.
Once we realize that, this is a good time to slow down or even come to a complete halt. After the shock of the swift changes wears off, we can return to our senses, emerge from the fog and see with greater clarity.
We are being given another chance to reassess our values and possibly change our paths going forward. For all we know, when things get back to normal, we may have crossed over into a new precipice. Our perspectives may be changed, and we may approach life in a different way.
The future is uncertain, but one thing is certain. We still have life so there is something or things that we are to do while here. We should get quiet, listen closely for guidance and return to some of the basics that have worked for eons. In calm, quiet trust, we will come through this phase with a more revered sense of direction.
Lynn M. March 14, 2020
Old thoughts, old remembrances flee from us like the barren winter days. We give them no power nor energy, so they have no room for growth spurts.
We now open the windows and allow the spring freshness to blow into our nostrils. It fills our lungs, our rooms and our sacred spaces with the newness of life.
As the birds have returned from the sunny south to serenade our mornings, we too lift our heads with voices of song. We have come this far by faith.
Our faith has sustained us, kept us and continually blessed us. It has been a shelter, an umbrella that has assisted us in weathering the sudden and predicted storms. It has watched over us as we stayed on our paths.
New thoughts, new cycles, new levels, new altitudes. New friends, new acquaintances, new joys, new insights and new hope surround us.
Yes, we exhale deeply and whisper, “Alleluia!”
Lynn M. March 7, 2020
Shamrock shuffles and frilly ruffles!
Both connote the month of March,
Wearing clothes that need that starch!
Spring peaks its hidden head out,
Birds are chirping all about.
Announcing the warmth of days,
Waking from that sleepy haze.
Of winter’s cold, barren gloom,
March rolls in with a soft boom!
Lynn M. March 1, 2020