The Emmaline News

Lately, the news is not my favorite activity, and yet, I have a hard time looking away. Some inner drive empathetically proclaims that the more I read about what is happening, the more I will know, and the more I know, the more I can control. A default assumption that with knowledge comes power.

What actually happens, is the more I read, the more my lack of control becomes evident. The headlines show various peoples’ opinions, governments’ attempts to act (and keep us from acting 😂), and scientists trying their best to lead (we are lucky and blessed to have scientific advances). But the predications of our best scientists about our current situation still need to be proved, partially proved, or disproved over time, and in the meantime, we wait at home. In this case, knowledge of the current situation just reiterates my powerlessness.

And that is good, because, “All flesh is grass and all its beauty is like the flower of the field,” and, “The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God will stand forever.” And that word includes the words that “He gives power to the faint.” Maybe in this case, it also includes the power to look away from the facts, rumors, and stories zinging from city to city, and to instead turn to our homes.

So, I turn to the news in my home.

In our beloved little home, my tiny daughter decided that the time has come to move. Here, our headlines read: We Have a Crawler, Mueller Family on High Alert.

And oh, how pleased she is to push herself up and pause, and then go across the floor, determined to eat the dog’s food, chew on crayons, or look for cords. All the while ready to smile if a parent or sibling should look her way. Yes, Emmaline Melanie is ready to explore her world, and her tiny prancing brings us joy.

And while I watch, I want to learn to wait in patience and prayer and joy.

“Christ be in my waking.”

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