Minding the gap

Last week I ventured out in the snow to Mello Velo, a cafe connected to a bicycle shop. I wore Abi's hip fur lined boots- the girls insisted.
"Mama New, I saw you walking in the snow," Nathaniel commented.
"Really- how did I look?"
"Like a first semester student at the university," he replied.
 If I lived in central New York I would buy boots, more than one pair.
So, in a toasty corner of  the cafe I sipped good coffee and spread my notes out on an uncluttered surface. hmmm, what to share with these dear women in the northlands?
 here's a crumb. . .

Dear ones- the London underground pulls into the station and I hear a lilting voice, Mind the Gap! So I  mind it- a gap between train and platform that might swallow little me; likewise a spiritual gap can widen between what I believe and the reality of how I live. Have you noticed?
I need you to help me mind the gap; we desperately need each other in that way. . .
"Encourage one another day by day while it  is still today lest our hearts grow hard by the deceitfulness of sin." Hebrews 3:13

Amid a confusing providence I ask, "What do I know is true about God?"
I know that God is good and I desperately need you to remind me, especially when I'm shaky, doubtful,  cold inside. Please tell me the stories of God's goodness, remind me that He is good and does good. . . that he stores up goodness. . .He gives good gifts. And please, stay close.

Together with dear friends, we asked each other, "What are you afraid God won't give you?"
To be really honest. . .I'm afraid that when my husband retires we won't be able to visit our children!
Help me mind the gap (and I'll help you). Remind me that there's no guarantee that life's puzzle pieces will create my desired picture, remind me that God is up to something good, always.

Then point to the sweet grandchild in my arms today, right now.
Tell me the Good News-I can trust Him.