It turns out I spread some fake news yesterday. Yes, rank sensationalism was embedded within my blog post. Still committed to accuracy in media, I offer up a correction. My husband and I went for a walk yesterday and with molting feathers fresh on my mind (weren’t they on yours?), I began to look more discerningly around me. We saw them everywhere. The whole world seems filled with them now. I think they were just more visible on the side of that stretch of county road.
My mind is alway eager to find some sort of mystery where there isn’t one. I blame the Trixie Belden series, which I read as an impressionable child. In fact, when I was 12 or 13, my friends Debbie, Sue, and I formed a group that we called “LSD,” using the initials of our first names. We thought that was insanely clever. Anyway, the purpose of the group was to spy on our neighbors, seeking out nefarious doings that we could investigate as intrepid sleuths. I’m fairly certain that I was the ringleader to this rather unwholesome activity. We took turns going out at night under the cover of darkness with our little notebooks and pencils and stood as close as possible to a neighbor’s home, looking surreptitiously into their windows. We’d take notes and then go back to report to each other what we’d found. Alas, our neighbors’ lives were just as dull as mine is now. They watched TV, they had quiet conversations, they read the newspaper, they read books, or even worse, they did nothing at all. Imagine looking out your window at night and seeing an adolescent girl creepily staring into your house taking notes. Good grief!
The LSD group disbanded almost immediately when we realized that we were not going to be solving dark mysteries in our neighborhood. Thank you, Lord, for your tender mercies.
I saw something yesterday that encouraged me greatly, so let me encourage you with it as well:
In these days when fears are gripping our nation and we are bombarded with statistics, charts, graphs and horror stories, can you find comfort in the new growth of chives in our garden? In these days of swirling changes, cancellations, postponements and uncertainty, be assured that the coming of spring is right on schedule.
The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,
For His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning.
Great is Thy faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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