I decided not to write a blog post today. After breakfast, the guys got started on their workdays. I spent time in prayer, showered, dressed, and did my exercises. The weather forecast predicted wind and cooling as the day went on, so I got a good walk in early, then called my mom to learn what has been going on back home since our last call. Time to come up with something for lunch, two sausage and egg sandwiches and applesauce for Dave and I, plus some Christmas cookies from the freezer. Back to work. I crocheted the last row of my new Christmas tree skirt, one that works with our new slim tree. Took another walk. It was cooler, but sunny and not as gusty as this morning. The neighbor across the street was out doing some lawn work. It was great to see her and stand in the street while she stood in her yard, talking about what is going on in each of our homes and sharing news about a friend whose husband is in ill health and has moved into a nursing home where she cannot visit. Lord, have mercy. With lots of steps in, I sat down to catch up on some newspaper reading. I thought about how to go about my flower and herb seed planting soon. I might want to set them on the desk, the desk where my sewing machine is, where I’ve been making face masks. A friend texted me to see how we’re doing and if we need anything. I told her that I’m making masks and asked her if she wanted one. She did. My son called to interview me about our family’s journeys from one town to another and why we decided to be part of churches of various denominations. He’s working on a paper for his Church History class, one of the the last two classes he’s taking to complete his Master’s Degree next month, a great accomplishment that will not be celebrated with a commencement ceremony in Holland, Michigan. It was a great conversation with him, the latest in a long string of great conversations with him. Our call ended. Kyle’s work day ended. Then Dave’s, and I made chicken noodle soup with homemade stock, carrots, celery, onion, rotisserie chicken and noodles. Comfort food. Then the event that we have forestalled, a trip to the grocery store, last made two weeks ago to the day. Dave and Kyle, face masks and my shopping list in hand left the house. I washed the dishes and made the face mask for the friend, texting her a picture and telling her we’ll arrange a socially distant exchange when she comes to town. Dave and Kyle returned, masks still on, hands full of grocery bags, many bags, setting them on the kitchen floor, dropping face masks into boiling water, washing hands, putting food away, washing hands. Overwhelmed by the provision and the precautions needed to secure it. I’ve written for twenty-five days straight. Make that twenty-six.
Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him. Psalm 34:8