My morning routine is to write in a journal. While journalling, I share my thoughts, feelings, and observations, knowing that God reads my soul, long before ink soaks permanently into paper. Next, I go to his Word, and Matthew Henry's Commentary on The Bible, and it is there that I see how he has gone before me, how there isn't a fear, a doubt, a niggling concern, that is unbeknownst to him. God always, without fail, is waiting for me, just up ahead, hand extended, as I mentally meander and try to make sense of what I see and hear, out in the world. I am often overwhelmed with awe and sometimes feel remiss, when I realize how much he invests in each of us, and how rarely we recognize his Omnipresence and Omnipotence.
We approach in unison, the seven year mark. The world came to a screeching halt in the grand and promising year, 2020. A massive universal plug was yanked, and the pause button was pushed and held in stuck position, for an extended period of time. Everything shifted, tilted, changed forever, and the righting of the listing ship of humanity, has yet to take place. The truth can be buried, but never for long, because Truth resurrected, and one cannot kill everlasting life.
The truth is ugly to liars, self and other deceivers. When I have lied to myself, and convinced myself by trickery, to do what ought not to be done, I must look away from truth, sneak sideways glances and peaks at truth, but shamefully, looking truth square in the face, while I deviate from it, is an impossible feat. It is when I decide to stop the conniving and the self-convincing that I have done no wrong, that I start to see how I must reconcile with my own conscience, and in the dawning of truth, see the light of Christ. Covering my eyes does not shut out the realizations: they stay, and wait for me to catch up, and come clean before an all knowing, all mighty, God.
So many lovely people that I talk to and I am getting to know, had a suspicion, an inkling, an alarm bell sounding in their soul, that warned, Do not; You mustn't; Stop, think, drop and roll... the fire's of hell licked at the feet of the unsure, and while the promises made by snake oil salesmen were not to be trusted, those that suspected the poison pushers, gambled with their own lives, by going against their natural life preserving instincts, in order to return to life as they previously knew it: life has never been the same, for any of us.
God leaves sparkling cosmic bread crumbs, dear one. He leaves shimmering evidence of his Presence. He is our front, back, side, above, and below guard. He did not create and then leave us like little clay afterthoughts: he gave each of us a spirit to animate our bodies, and it is his voice that can be trusted, to guide and protect us. In a world that is overrun by wickedness; a world where worshipping Satan, rocks, trees, dead saints, ancestors, and other humans, we must choose to stay on the truth path, and not deviate, by turning to the left or to the right. It is deviation that takes us off course, and has us wandering, cut, bleeding, and dying: course correcting to Christ is life saving.
Covid was a deviant path. Covid had a grip on the masses, and the living have the opportunity to course correct, and look for cosmic breadcrumbs. My God preserved me and my family during covid, and this morning, he answered the cry of my heart, before my lips made the request:

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