The counter beside the kitchen table is strewn with a
mishmash of papers. Some relate to my US taxes, which need doing. Some relate
to my mother’s affairs – that’s an entire red binder. Some are Christmas cards
we’ve pulled out of the basket; they await my writing to the senders to let
them know we are thinking of and praying for them. Some relate to a couple of
writing projects I have underway – one commissioned (so I know it will be
printed), the other speculative. There are also boxes of Covid test kits, a
Bible, photos of grandkids, a BBC CD course on French, music CDs and some
chocolates.
Eine mishmash.
It reflects my scattered self. I am hearing the news. Too
much news, but somehow I can’t stop listening. I am praying, full of hope, and
then full of despair. I do a bit of this, and a bit of that, but to sit down
and actually think through a writing project and get the thoughts onto the
screen eludes me.
Turn your eyes upon Jesus. It is only as I focus on him that
I can shakily say, it is well with me. It is well because we are not abandoned.
It is well because when God banished us from Eden, Jesus came with us. It is
well because he is with us and will never leave us.
Despite all the signs, I choose to look to God and whisper,
It is well with my soul.
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