I sit on my back deck on a pleasantly cool October morning. I’m bundled in a furry bathrobe and warm socks. I hold a mug of steaming hot coffee in my hand. I hear a few birds singing and a dog barking in the far distance. I feel a light breeze and hear the rustle of the wind in the trees.

The hummingbirds left a couple of weeks ago, but I still have a feeder up ‘just in case.’ I’ll take it down eventually. I watch a monarch flutter among the blossoms in my container garden. He seems particularly interested in the orange and black flowers in which he blends perfectly.

The monarch led my thoughts to a monarchy and a king. As thoughts do, they just move from one subject to the next. I began to think about The King, our Heavenly Father. I’ve been talking to Him a lot lately.

A few weeks ago my brother-in-law of 40 years went to the emergency room where he was diagnosed with COVID-19. Two days later he had a stroke. He died two weeks after that. Then two days after his death, my 90-year-old mother went to the emergency room with trouble breathing. She was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and had fluid building up around her heart. That came out of the blue. We had no idea.

A doctor told my sister that my mom would no longer be able to live alone. She asked if my sister could take her home. She said, without hesitation, yes my husband died earlier this week. I now have room for her at my house.

Some may believe in coincidences. I don’t. Ecclesiastes tells us there is a time for everything. A time to be born and a time to die. I think it was my sister’s husband’s time to die. He’d not felt well for many years. It was God’s timing that he died, my mother became ill, and will now move in with my sister when she’s released from the rehab facility where she’s staying now. His timing is not always what we want, but it is amazing. He answers prayers.

In the past few months I began to worry about my mother. Due to COVID she’s been alone a lot. I worried that she was lonely and perhaps not taking good care of herself. She lives 1,100 miles from me. She’s lived in the same town for 70 years; she’s not likely to leave her comfort zone.

I prayed for a solution. God provided one.

Our God is a magnificent and faithful God. He works in mysterious ways.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
(King James Version)
“To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build
up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.”

Praise God for His perfect timing.
dmzh♥️