I haven’t written in a while. This pandemic has definitely taken front stage in the world! No matter where you turn, there is a message, post, meme, coneference, or update on Covid-19. I contemplated posting a blog to try to calm the nerves of the public, but I didn’t—I couldn’t find the words. So, I remained silent.
True to my personal history, when REAL danger is near, I am at peace. There was even one day when I was worried about why I was in so much peace, but the only answer to that question is the only answer to all questions—God. He is my peace and His peace surpasses all understanding. I haven’t ebbed back from my New Year’s declarations; it is still the beginning of the greatest time in history.
I do not believe that there was one church that did not have a message for the new year: The year of clear vision! The year of double portion! But, not shortly after the new year began, we (the world) were hit with some really monumentally difficult stuff. And, if you are accustomed to walking by what you see, it definitely did not look like 2020 was lining up to the declared Word; however, if you are a faith walker, you refuse to allow what you believe to be shaken by what you see.
This morning, I had two get up—a double portion, if you will: one when I opened up my Word and read my devotional and then another when I decided to go into my office and write. While I was letting my computer and the other equipment turn on and warm up, I fixed myself a cup of coffee and had this overwhelming push to go outside. I opened the door. I noticed (for the first time) a huge tree with strong branches; they moved a little. The breeze was cool but you could feel the warmth under it. It reminded me of being under a blanket. I heard a conversation between some birds. I couldn’t see them. I saw a squirrel scamper across the grass and run up a tree in the distance. Although I was only out there for a short time, I was amazed at how much I was able to see when I focused on what was good.
When I came in and closed the door, I laughed a little and immediately India.Arie’s song came to my mind: Little Things (https://youtu.be/4xZPMlCkDY8). Now, I knew that wanted to write, but I still did not know what I was going to write about until that moment. On my walk back to my office, I asked God to confirm that that is what He wanted me to write about. I opened up my office devotional (yes, I have two) and I landed on yesterday’s reading. That thang right there blessed my heart! I said to myself, “I should have read that yesterday.” I meditated on it a little and methodically turned the page and the title of today’s devotion was simply, “Little Things.” When I tell the flood of tears and worship that flooded my heart and office. I was so thankful that God thought enough to speak to me this morning and give me instructions—to honor the little things. Not doing so can can cause BIG problems that is why we are reminded in Song of Solomon chapter 2 in verse 15 that it is the small foxes that spoil the vine.
I began giving Him thanks for the things that I have not been focused on: my husband who got up early to make me brunch and let me sleep in yesterday; my sons who truly believe that there is nothing that their mother can not do; my uncle that texts me twice a day to tell me that he loves me; my favorite pair of yoga pants that have not let me down during this quarantine; my creativity that has kept me grounded; my locs that have decided to spurt a little growth; my lungs that have kept me breathing; my heart that beats and feels and loves; my quirky sense of humor that is more goofy than funny and most importantly, my Father who decided that today needed me in it and that He would take the time to visit me.
I am blessed. Abundantly blessed. And I am thankful.
Be in peace.