As we come towards the end of another month, I’m joining Heather Gerwing and friends in looking back over the last few weeks as we Share Four Somethings.
This month I’ve loved having several good conversations with various people. Some online, some even face to face!
Quality time is my love language, and it’s been difficult over the last six months when there have been so many restrictions to social contact, but I’ve really appreciated the opportunities I’ve had this month to have some good quality deep conversations about the things that matter and to be challenged and encouraged.
(And, as a bonus, I also loved a lovely walk in a different place on a beautiful day (see the photo above).
I’m going to share something different this month – a poem.
I discovered it last week when my friend Trudy shared it on her blog and it was a big encouragement. The day I read it was the day when the new restrictions were announced, and it reminded me of the hope we have in God and that his grace will be enough to get us through.
He Giveth More Grace
by Annie Johnson Flint
“He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.
His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.”
Despite the tightened restrictions, this week I got a little bit of “normal” that I’ve missed so much over the last six months. I got to go into school and work with a class of children – actual real children in real life, not on a screen!
This is my job, and this is meant to be my life. Working from home, staring at a computer screen all day is not what I signed up for, so I was excited for this moment to come, while at the same time scared to get my hopes up in case it all fell through.
Fortunately it went ahead, and it was wonderful! I’ve missed their smiling faces and their joyful enthusiasm.
For now, I have only have one hour a week of this precious normality, but I’ll treasure every moment!
Once again the question of what lies ahead is something of a mystery. With talk of severe restrictions potentially lasting six months, it’s difficult to plan anything with any confidence.
It seems ironic that my word for 2020 is “vision”. I started the year with a clear vision and just as I was beginning to see it realised, COVID intervened. I had been hoping this was the time to get going again, but with the latest restrictions it looks like it’s going to be impossible this year.
It’s frustrating and discouraging, but somehow I can’t let go of the vision – and I’m starting to think that maybe that’s the point. Maybe this is not the year to see the vision realised; maybe it’s the year to hold on to the vision even when circumstances prevent it from being realised.
God’s ways and God’s timing are not ours, but his plans will prevail, so I’m holding onto hope that this is the “something ahead” even if I don’t know how far ahead that will be.
What about you? How has September been for you? Feel free to share a highlight or a prayer request in the comments.