April
Open Conversation
Hello God! Do I have to wear a mask and disinfect my hands before coming to you? Are you also afraid? I sure hope all these precautionary measurements cover all my deepest fears!
(Unfortunately I do not know who the artist is.)
I guess you have found us still masked, gloved, locked up, anxious, fearful, lonely, abused, jobless, penny-less, hopelessly craving skin-to-skin contact…?
Hello, I love you.
We still go for walks – the forest wears its fresh green coat; leaves are soft and birds loud.
Parents walk the find-the-teddy-trail with small kids – counting teddies in windows. We linger at paintings in the windows, our local community’s art project.
So, you have spotted Me, all the Beauty.
We still run, clean, mow the lawn, feed the dog.
The postman knocks on the door and leaves the parcel on the doorstep.
We still shop – mostly on-line now or line up for groceries.
And Kirsty still tears the magazines.
I AM with you.
Life goes on.
Spring and Summer arrived almost simultaneously.
New babies arrive. We cry for joy. Precious ones walk on ahead. We cry harder for our losses – all of them.
Helplines get flooded with cries for help.
The thief from Cancer-land still demands more citizens – family and friends.
I have not left you as orphans.
I came to you – embracing you in all your pain and darkness. Still do.
I AM the resurrection. The life.
Taste.
And see that I AM good, all the time.
It is lambing season again.
We sneeze and wheeze because of blossoms, pollen and grassy fields and others look on with fear and anxiety – do they have it?
We are still trusting for rain.
I AM the good shepherd.
People cannot work, people cannot eat.
Refugees stream through to try and reach the land of milk and honey, only, sadly, they do not taste milk nor honey, only dirty water and occasional food in camps with little hope of ever reaching Honey-Land.
Funds and resources stream to the strong men who beat the drum – more debt for the rest.
The poor gets hungry, desperately hungry and poorer.
Lord, is that you groaning? Are you sad?
What you do to them, you do to Me.
We Zoom, video call, WhatsApp, Skype.
Our souls ache for skin-on-skin-touch – we were made for it to keep us healthy and alive.
We hug the God-made – trees. Solid, alive, beautiful, not leaving. Peace follows. Gratitude arises.
I AM in you.
You are in Me.
Fear.
It rules, confuses.
We lose common sense; grab anything that seems to protect.
We stress, we fear. Illness creeps in.
I AM still I AM.
Who are you becoming in this process?
Your final choice is your attitude towards what is happening.
There is still more than enough to be grateful for.
Life and death are in Me.
Live this through with Me.
And rest.
