Things haven’t changed much in the past year. This morning while drinking my favorite coffee with pumpkin spice creamer, I logged on to Facebook and found this Miller’s Musings from one year ago today.
One year later, we are still in a storm in our country. It may be a storm of a different sort, but a storm no less.
-Gas prices have skyrocketed.
-The average family is spending $175 dollars more on groceries each month.
-Much stress and anxiety is caused by vaccines and mandates.
There is no need to go on. You are all experiencing life in 2021 and know what I am talking about.
I have good news! God is still in control. There is the old saying, “When you can’t see God’s hand, trust his heart.”
My grandmother’s favorite song feels appropriate this morning, so I am sharing again.
“Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of thy hand. Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.”
I am grateful we can rest in knowing that we are safe in God’s hand no matter how strong the storm.
Will you join me in continuing to pray for our country?
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It is 2020 so is anyone really surprised that this year’s presidential election is such a colossal mess? Among allegations of voter fraud and software glitches, we have a projected winner but no certified winner. Lawsuits are being filed and nasty allegations are flying. Portions of our great country are celebrating while others feel as if they have been gut punched.
This afternoon, my adorable eight-year-old grand blessing was talking to me about what is going on with the election results. She had many facts correct and said she and her mom were talking about it in the car.
Having this conversation with my granddaughter brought back memories of my own grandmother and the last time our country’s Presidential election was contested.
It was the year 2000 and my sweet Grandma Holt or Grandma Pearl, as my own girls called her, was in declining health. During the time Florida was counting every hanging chad, and the country was wondering if we would have a President Bush or a President Gore, Grandma suffered a stroke and the doctors told us the end was near. My memories of hearing conflicting news reports about who our next President would be will always be entwined with my memories of visiting Grandma in the hospital, talking to her with no response and praying that she wouldn’t have to suffer too long.
After my grand blessings went home and my Sweet Husband was settled in his favorite Lazy Boy, watching the Colts play, I found myself alone with my thoughts this afternoon. Once again, my mind wandered to this storm in which our country finds itself. I wondered what my grandmother would think about all of it. I remembered an old hymn called “Til the Storm Passes By” that she once told me was her favorite. I closed my eyes, and I could hear her singing the chorus, as I often did, when I was younger.
“Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of thy hand. Keep me safe ‘til the storm passes by.”
She was a woman of great faith and I have no doubt she would encourage all of us to hold on and trust that God is in control of this storm, no matter who is eventually determined to be our next President.
Isaiah 55:8-9 states: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
I think it is safe to say that this election has not turned out the way either side would have liked. A clear winner on election night is ideal but God’s ways are best, and we can trust he is in control. Will you continue to pray for our great country with me, “Not my will but thine be done.”?
I was thrilled to find a link to this old hymn on YouTube. Here it is if you would like to listen. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5lxFn7NN_n8