“God is in the midst of her she shall not be moved God will help her when morning dawns.” This passage isn’t about some mysterious woman this psalm was a song written for the nation of Israel. Smack dab in the middle of verses four and six is something that speaks so softly I almost miss it. There are currently 1,074,290 cases and 56,989 confirmed deaths.Īs I sit in the darkness with coffee in hand, my Bible falls open to Psalms 46 and it catches my attention. Some countries are threatening military violence for those who choose not to adhere to the staying indoors. The news is filled with stories of death, the dying, the sick and bracing for the worst. These closings had a ripple effect as jobs went by the wayside for some, while the blessed few are working from home. Then church services moved from their buildings to online. Next came restaurants, bars, gyms, salons, parks, beaches, and meeting places. Self-isolation was only supposed to be two weeks but here we are, billions of us worldwide, a month later bracing for what officials say will be the worst of the COVID-19 outbreak. There, I snuggle up with my favorite blanket, a cup of coffee, my Bible and journal looking out my windows and waiting for dawn to break. These thoughts are fresh in my mind as I roll out of bed in the dark searching for the door to go downstairs. And then I think, “Abba, you’re in the middle of my story but what about the world?” God and I have been meeting like this a lot lately.
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