Sigh.
Most years, we work hard to plant a veggie garden.
If we had to survive on what we produce, we might last a
week.
This year is already showing disappointing results. Not much
fruit has set in the trees: probably too cold or frosty or windy or wet or dry
or … just at the critical moment.
I did get 5 jars of strawberry jam made yesterday. Sigh.
Praying for China this morning, I found my thoughts turning
to the megalomaniac urge to be in control, an urge sustained to the nth degree
in a country centrally controlled by a man who claims a lifetime right to rule.
Most of us have an urge to control. We might not be ‘control
freaks’, but we hope for - even expect -
certain results for the effort and input we invest. Like the harvest from my
garden.
Covid-19 is teaching me, though, that whatever small measure
of control I thought I had over things, it was always an illusion. No amount of
input or planning guarantees a certain outcome.
So how to live responsibly in such an uncertain world? Just
as the Bible counsels. Don’t worry about tomorrow. One step at a time today,
and trust God to be in whatever the resulting outcome is.
This morning I am grateful for my health, and that nearly
halfway through our isolation still only Doug has tested positive. I am
grateful to be living in a rural setting where we can actually take a walk and
not meet another soul. I am grateful for friends doing our shopping and praying
for us.
This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be
glad in it, and not worry about tomorrow. (with his help)…
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