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I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
Psalm 121
I suspect that you are as well.
Weary from COVID, the shutdowns, the masks, the vaccines, the misinformation, and the death.
I personally remain weary from Last Summer’s Great Unpleasantness ™.
I am weary because it’s been over two years since I’ve slept through the night. A two-hour stretch is rare these days.
I am weary from the news from Ukraine.
I am weary from rising gas prices, and grocery prices, and…
You get the point.
It’s just very tiring.
Now, in the midst of my whinage here, let me fully state up front that I know that I am incredibly blessed with the things that I have.
I’m still blessed with my home, and my home office.
I’m still blessed with the means to take care of my health, even though it’s challenge and I am not bouncing back as quickly as I might have thought. As a matter of fact, when I fell in the ditch doing yardwork on Saturday, I didn’t bounce at all. Fortunately I was not injured.
And no, Secretary Pete, we cannot go and spent $60,000 on an electric car to avoid Joe Biden’s gas prices. How tone-deaf can you possibly be?
I digress.
I’m also blessed that my family is not having to hide from the shelling, or flee the country, or turn and fight our oppressors.
Yet.
I’m still tired. So are you.
But here’s the thing. There is also hope.
Hope that I can, and will, rise above it.
Rise is one of my three words that I adopted earlier this year.
Admittedly, a mere two months ago, I was naïve enough to think I had a handle on the challenges.
I did not have WWIII and $5.00 gasoline on my Bingo card.
I am weary. You are weary.
But as I sit at my desk in the early morning hours, up early from the insomnia, I hear the birds singing outside my window. I don’t know them well enough to know what type of bird has a particular song.
But I hear hope. Hope of spring. Hope of better days to come.
Or perhaps I hear hope that I’ll rise up off of my ass and go fill the bird feeder.
I didn’t know it before I wrote this post, but today happens to be National Get Over It Day.
If I can just rise up from this chair.
THINGS YOU SHOULD READ
Log Cabin Republicans
“Pete Buttigieg was one of the most vocal supporters of destroying America’s energy industry when he ran for president. He’s now become so radical, he’d rather buy oil from LGBT-murdering regimes like Iran – regimes that would throw Buttigieg into prison simply for being gay – than produce more fossil fuel energy here at home.” Read More.
Biden to request $2.6B to promote gender equity worldwide
The Hill
President Biden will request $2.6 billion for foreign assistance programs that promote general equality worldwide, he announced on International Women’s Day on Tuesday. Read More.
Ukraine and the Line between Good and Evil
Todd Marshall in Firebrand
Only God knows how these events may or may not play into biblical prophecy. Regardless of your views of the last times, there are only so many probable outcomes that can happen in this situation. Read More.
BORN ON THIS DAY
1902 – Will Geer, American actor (d. 1978)
1943 – Bobby Fischer, American chess player and author (d. 2008)
WHAT I’M READING
BENEDICTION
The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.
Numbers 6:24-26