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Sunday Devotion: Where is our help?

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Sunday looks differently for me in these dark days of COVID-19…no attending church…no visiting with others…no laughing together…no…no…no… So today, I want to share my morning devotion with you.

I read Psalms 3 in the King James Version. It is a morning hymn; I think this is appropriate as the day is young and the sun shining as I read. As I read, I began to think about each part.

1 LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

Psalm 3:1-2

Yes, I think how there are so many troubles right now that are rising up on every side. I think of the invisible COVID-19 virus that seems to lurk and strike without warning. I think of the Fear that wraps me at times like a shroud; never have I had such a daily, constant, and unwelcome visitor as this. Then, there is the enemy of isolation. Yes, it is for my own good, I know, but I miss my family members, the flesh-and-blood interactions, the human arms that wrap around my neck in a hug! Neighbors and friends seem helpers of the virus and are to be avoided; stores seem cesspools of contagion.

There are many voices that seem to shout, “There is no help for [you] in God!”

“This disease is too big for God.”

“What if you need a respirator?” What if…? What if…? What if…?

“Where is your God?”

In the midst of these swirling voices, I read…

3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

4 I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

Psalms 3:3-4

Here, in my fear and isolation, I am reminded of the promises of God to his own children, “But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me…” God does not leave us alone; He can protect and watch. “…the lifter up of mine head” He is able to remind me to look up. How often I look down. Down to the problems, and the death, and the numbers of ill. Down to human help. God reminds us to look up. As I look to the skies, the stars, I am reminded of the greatness of God who created all these and watches over them, but I also hear a voice reminding me that He knows the number of hairs on my head! Yes, He can lift my head as I look to Him. When I cry out to Him in discouragement or fear or isolation, He hears!

My eyes focus on the next verses…

5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.

6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,that have set themselves against me round about.

7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thous hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah

Psalms 3: 5-8

Today, this morning, I did awake. God sustained my life and health another day. It is a miracle, really, that each day I awake. I see the sun; I see the breeze laughing in the trees; I see leaves frollicking on the wind. Yes, I see a new day with new hope. Yes, the LORD sustained me.

Even though there is COVID-19 round about me, I choose to lean on the work of God in Jesus Christ. He already has smitten the greatest enemy, Death! On the first Easter, when the grave was empty, when it could not hold Jesus in the tomb…the One who bore my sins on the tree… He proved that he had conquered it, once for all.

I remember the day I asked him to save me. Why He wanted to, I do not know! I, a sinner, whose sins held Jesus on the cross, believed. I believed in the name of Jesus and was made his child, an adopted daughter

But as many as received Him [Jesus], to them gave he power to become the sons [and daughters] of God, even to them that believe on his name.

John 1:12

Yes, salvation belongs unto the LORD Jesus. His blessing is upon all who are his people. Are you his child? One of His people? Jesus extends his offer to you! If you don’t know Him, won’t you believe in Jesus today?

I am praying for each of you, dear readers, today. God’s blessing be on you!

When Fear Comes a Knockin’

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A visitor so unexpected
knocked upon my heart today.
Why, oh why, 
did he come to stay?

Where sunshine e'er beamed,
 lowly clouds are looming,
black and gray and
 darkness, deep glooming.

The stranger shrieking
shatters the joy;
 cackles with glee,
cheers to destroy.
 
Silently smirking
evil 'n devilish delight.
Where, oh where, 
shall my soul take its flight?

I, so weak,
so weary, so frail.
All my struggles can 
nothing avail.

"Fear, go away,
dreadful disease,"
I beg and I plead,
"Begone, won't you, please?"

The darkness oppressive,
the sadness so greedy.
Hope, is there any,
for me, poor and needy?

Turn from the darkness
Turn to the Light.
Turn to the freedom.
I do with delight.

Light for the darkness
Sun for the sadness.
Hope for the helpless. 
Joy for the blackness.

When Fear comes a knockin'
at the door o' my heart,
I'll turn to the Light, 
right there from the start.

Freedom is mine!
How will this be?
I know, I know.
Oh, can't you see?

What time I am afraid,
I will trust in thee?


©Barbara J. Donaldson, 2020. All rights reserved







What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee. 

Psalms 56:3

The Call

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“Hi, Mom, how are you doing?”

I love my mom. She is an amazing lady. I’m glad she’s my mom. Memories began flooding my mind. Memories of Mom trying to carry a small mattress up the stairs from the basement. Tommy, my 16 year old son, said, “Mema, I am carrying that. “

“No, that’s o.k. I can get it.”

“No. I’m taking it. I won’t have my 70 year old grandma carrying a mattress up the stairs!” After a little tussle, Mom reluctantly surrendered the mattress.

Then this memory from July 27, 2003, Mom’s 70th birthday. I squinted as I glanced back, checking to make sure all was set. “Tension!” boomed my dad, the driver, the only driver, of his ski boat. Vroom, the boat shot forward, quickly accelerating. My gaze was focused behind us, up popped Mom, dripping and smiling…slalom skiing!

“She’s up!” I called to let Dad know. He glance behind, and then turned his head forward and scanned the lake for other boats.

Weaving in and out of the wake, Mom laughing and waving to us. I lifted my hand and waved back. I smiled jealousy. It still is so easy for her. Wow! Yes, I could ski easily…on two skis…but I always struggled getting up on one. After a long trip around the lake, Dad pulled back gently on the throttle, and Mom gracefully slid down into the water.

More memories…Mom cooking full turkey dinners, every Thanksgiving and every Christmas-and she still does! Mom working in the garden and canning 72 quarts of tomatoes, freezing quarts of golden corn, canning 50 pints of salsa, and much more. I remember the time I asked Mom if I could can some of the “extra” green beans from her garden when I came in the next day. “Yes, we have a lot still on the bushes. You’re welcome to them.”

So, when I arrived at Mom and Dad’s at about 6:00 PM that next day, with all 6 kids in tow, she suggested, “Let’s go pick some green beans. Want to?”

“Sure!” I replied.

Carefully setting the second brown paper bag overflowing with green beans on the kitchen floor, I’m sure ready to sit down and rest, I thought. After all, I’ve traveled over 500 miles by myself today…with the kids!

I did sit down, but now without getting busy. Mom walked in, a smile lighting her face, with two bowls. Then, two bags, and the two bags of beans. We began popping off the ends of the beans and breaking them into even pieces, talking and laughing all the while.

Mom left me to finish on my own while she made the dinner. After finishing, we worked together to wash, dry, and put away the dishes. It’ll be great to just sit down and relax. No sooner had the thought flitted across my consciousness when I heard the cheery, “Why don’t we can those green beans?”

What?!? You want to can them now? I glanced at the clock. It was getting on to 10 o’clock. I suppressed a sigh. “Of course,” I answered without a hint of my inward reservation, “Of, course!” But inside, I was thinking, I can’t let Mom outdo me!

So, we processed and canned that night until about 2 A.M. That is my mom… energetic…loving life…cheerful….alive.

Mom’s feeble reply jolted me from my reverie.

“Oh, I’m hobbling around.”

Alarm bells clanged in my mind. Who was this woman who answered me? I don’t know this person.

Mom, now 86, always so full of fun and vigor; Mom who so loved life even though the years chugged along; Mom, the shorter version of herself who laughed at the future; ; Mom who proudly wears her silver “crown;” Mom, who to me, seems forever young, had answered. She had answered, “Oh, I’m hobbling around”??

Mom hobbling around? Mom feeble? “No,” a thousand times, “No!”

I blinked as if in a dark room and the lights beamed on. I shook my head, tring to understand the magnitude of this statement. Mom, my mom, who thrives on being with people…cooking dinners…driving friends to church events…opening her home to visitors…Mom was isolated, lonely, sad, disconnected.

“What do you mean, Mom?”

“Oh, you know. My back in hurting so I have to walk so slowly now,”

But no, it wasn’t her back that was hurting, it was her heart.

Lovingly, we conversed…my words drawing forth the mom I know and love; our words breathing life into her death of aloneness and isolation; our words reviving her.

Yes, you were right, dear hubby. Right, right, right! Thank you for saying, “Make the call!”


This conversation was a wake-up call for me. I’ve been calling my mother every day since this conversation. With social distancing, our parents and friends and neighbors, especially the elderly, are isolated and alone…and, probably, afraid. Won’t you call, or write, someone you love or know today?

“…encourage the fainthearted, help the weak…’ I Thessalonians 5:14b

Hope for Today

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The darkness enveloped and a chill met me as I rose from my cozy bed and walked to the bathroom.  A gloom settled around me as thoughts of the coronavirus crowded my mind.  With determination, I did my morning bathroom chores…brush teeth…get dressed…put on make-up…swish & swipe toilet, sink, mirror…shoes, socks.

The fragrance of coffee met me as I entered the kitchen.  How great to have a timer on the coffee machine!  I grabbed my cup, filled it.  Next, my morning routines…open blinds, empty dishwasher, start diffuser (Citrus Fresh…what a happy start to the day), turn on CD player (remember those?) with the “New Boys” album, He Reigns. 

Sun through trees Turning, I noticed sunshine beaming through the kitchen windows. The sun came up again today. Is that a beam of joy entering my heart?

“As we lift up our hands, will you meet us hear? …God of mercy and grace…only you the heavens declare…Holy, holy is our God Almighty…Holy, holy is his name alone…” Jesus.

Peace and joy trickle in my dark heart and mind.  I felt the darkness splintering, shattering by HOPE.  Jesus still is in control.  He still holds me in his hands.

Before ever the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to lasting, thou art God.  Psalms 90:2

My God is not surprised or overwhelmed by COVID-19.   It is not out of His control.  He is still God…He is on his throne, reigning in majesty and strength.  I am not out of his care. How did I forget that?

Today, I choose HOPE.  I choose the eternal HOPE…I choose  Jesus!

Today, what will you choose?  Choose hope!  Choose Jesus!