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PSALMS 25 – IS THIS A REALITY?

Preface

I’m back – finally!
Since December 2019 (my last consistent posting) this bog has been “come and go”, as I have come and gone.

From US to Brasilia
         to Natal
         to Brasilia
         COVID-19 worldwide
         Quarantine in Brazil
        Return to states before flights were closed
        Miami
        Georgia
        Miami
        I am sick with Covid-19
        Quarantine in Miami  
        Three months before I test negative
        To Portland, OR just before Christmas
        Still fighting results of Covid

It is now February, a good friend in Brazil is going to start doing the posts, for I need help.

NOW – I want to return to one post a week – finally.

So – here we go. ūüėČūüėä

A reminder: There is no sequence to these posts.

They are simply thoughts, lessons learned in daily life for you to apply if they are valuable to you.

So – here we go.

Psalms 25 – Is This Reality?

Belo Horizonte, MG Brazil – 1975

Psalms 25:1
I am sitting on the stairs, going up from the living room to the dining room. The house is quiet- which is rare.

I’m in somewhat of a daze as thoughts race through my mind.

WHAT is happening in my life, in my home? I don’t know, but it is NOT good! Too much stress, arguments even among my children and certainly between my husband and I!

‚ÄúLord, I need more understanding. Please help me!‚ÄĚ

My Bible is setting on the stairs beside me. I open it idly and start reading.

The words hit me ‚Äď I stop.

I start reading again, this time with all my attention.

Most of these words are for me!

Psalm 25

A psalm of David.
1  O LORD, I give my life to you.
2  I trust in you, my God!
Do not let me be disgraced,
    or let my enemies rejoice in my defeat.
No one who trusts in you will ever be disgraced,
    but disgrace comes to those who try to deceive others.
Show me the right path, O LORD;
    point out the road for me to follow.
5  Lead me by your truth and teach me,
    for you are the God who saves me.
    All day long I put my hope in you.
6  Remember, O LORD, your compassion and unfailing love,
    which you have shown from long ages past.
7  Do not remember the rebellious sins of my youth.
    Remember me in the light of your unfailing love,
    for you are merciful, O LORD.
8  The LORD is good and does what is right;
    he shows the proper path to those who go astray.
9  He leads the humble in doing right,
    teaching them his way.
10  The LORD leads with unfailing love and faithfulness
    all who keep his covenant and obey his demands.
11  For the honor of your name, O LORD,
    forgive my many, many sins.
12  Who are those who fear the LORD?
    He will show them the path they should choose.
13  They will live in prosperity,
    and their children will inherit the land.
14  The LORD is a friend to those who fear him.
    He teaches them his covenant.
15  My eyes are always on the LORD,
    for he rescues me from the traps of my enemies.
16  Turn to me and have mercy,
    for I am alone and in deep distress.
17  My problems go from bad to worse.
    Oh, save me from them all!
18  Feel my pain and see my trouble.
    Forgive all my sins.
19  See how many enemies I have
    and how viciously they hate me!
20  Protect me! Rescue my life from them!
    Do not let me be disgraced, for in you I take refuge.
21  May integrity and honesty protect me,
    for I put my hope in you.
22  O God, ransom Israel
    from all its troubles.

Do these words of David challenge you as they do me?

November 1967 Is this Home ?

Voni’s ViewBH years ago I think

The morning sun is shining in a brilliant blue sky. I stand at the window, gazing at the skyline of mountains  that surround and cradle Belo Horizonte, Brazil: our new city of about 2 million.  These mountains thrust up against the skyline: no snow, more rounded than jagged.
I muse: ¬†“Back home, these mountains would be called high hills, but here they are called mountains. ¬†What if there were mountains high enough to have snow on them, like back home? ¬†Now¬†that¬†would be something!.”¬† It’s obvious that I’m missing “home.”
Behind me is a good sized bedroom where my three girls sleep: ages 14, 12 and 5.  The two boys (15 and 3) have a bedroom down the hall.  Mosquito netting covers the two bunk beds and a smaller bed.  That netting was a challenge to put up properly so it would protect without falling down!  Live and learn . . . and a lot of learning is going on!
We are here!,¬†I keep telling myself. ¬†Five years of hard work and preparation, about a month on the Japanese passenger/freighter ship, time in S√£o Paulo for some classes –¬†that¬†was interesting, the trip to Belo Horizonte, time in a hotel while looking for a place to live, then moving in, receiving the items we’d shipped, getting simple furniture for the house – like beds to sleep in (always nice!), a simple stove to cook on and a small refrigerator, etc.
moving boxes w globe
For the first time in¬†almost two months, our group of around 40 is not together, as each family scatters out to their own homes. ¬†Everyone else settled more in the center of the city. ¬†We are in the suburbs about 20 minutes out by car. ¬†Because we don’t yet have a car, the bus is our mode of transportation. ¬†. . which is another¬†adventure.
All the people around us speak Portuguese and stare at us as we speak English. I must remember to enter the door in the¬†back¬†of the bus, exiting out of the front. ¬†No phone – that will cost US $1000 to get. ¬†For now, we walk down a dirt street to a neighbor’s house to use their phone. Their kitchen is the gathering point for the neighborhood, for they own the only phone in close proximity. ¬†Whenever I go there, I carry some change to pay for the call, and plan on¬†spending¬†at least 30 minutes to drink a cup of cafezinho (little coffee) and practice my halting Portuguese. ¬†This is the gossip center for the neighborhood: ¬†I’m sure they always have comments to say about this¬†americana¬†after I leave.
¬†One great service they provide: ¬†if one of us is in town and can’t get home as planned, that person can phone our neighbor (might have to wait for the line to not be busy), and they will send one of their children to tell me. ¬†(One time this happened that stands out in my mind: our oldest son was downtown to teach an English class, ¬†On the 10th floor that overlooked the main avenue of the city he had a wonderful grandstand view from which to watch the ebb and flow of police using tear gas to break up a large demonstration against the government. ¬† Obviously, our son got home late that night, and this mom was praying!)
Our kitchen has only cold water to wash the dishes (sponge with detergent, rinse in cold water.)  I wonder about the germs Рand pray.  We put the water which comes from our well into a tall baked clay water filter. A couple of months later I discover that our well water is contaminated, and have to start boiling for 20 minutes all water we drink.
I look down from the second floor window where I stand, and see a concrete back yard, a pump house to get the water from our well, and a lovely pool, totally empty of water.  Not enough water to fill it.
I take another glance again at the hills, remembering the verses: I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.”¬†Psalms 121:1
“Well, Lord, they aren’t mountains, but they are hills.. and I can look at them and talk to You. ¬†THANK YOU!?”
 
One of my children calls for me with an urgency in his voice.  I turn away from the window, my time of quiet introspection ended.
I pray as I walk rapidly to the excited voices I’m hearing. ¬†“OK God, we’re here because You brought us here. ¬†Pleease help me and all of us. And I’m thankful for these “mountains” to remind me of You!
¬†It’s interesting to me that this day almost 50 years ago still remains sharp in my mind –¬†
I have a treasure chest full of special memories of times and places where talking with Him, helped me through the day Рor days.
He is the closest relationship that I have.
Tell me, do you talk to God as you walk through your day?  
Do you have treasure troves in your heart: places where Рwhen you think of them Рyou remember some of your conversations with God?  These places and times can enrich our lives ever after.

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Belo Horizonte has grown since we moved there in 1967. It is now a city of about 5 million in the greater metropolitan area.  I lived there for 20 years, and it still feels like home.  The city has now grown over and outside the mountains that encircle it.