When the Smoke Clears

When the smoke clears, when the dust settles, when coronavirus is a thing of the past, how will it have changed things? It’s strange that an unseen, microscopic something can so re-arrange everyday life.  For the first time that I know anything about, our huge church will be having services Sunday online only. This virus has done what the worst winter storms could not.

I had forgotten to get orange juice when I bought groceries, and when I went back to the store yesterday, it was hard to find a parking space. The lot was jammed with cars. People are gathering supplies and getting ready to hole up.

But, you know all this and could tell me the changes that are taking place in your life. The older I get, the more I realize there are many, many things over which I have no control. Oh, I can try and do my best, as we are all doing, but the results are out of our hands. I found a comforting verse this morning: Psalm 32:7. You are my hiding place; You will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.

When the smoke clears, when the dust settles, God will be there, just as He is here today.