Think on These Things

I don’t believe in putting my head in the sand and not knowing what’s going on. Neither do I believe in panicking. Dictionary definition: Panic is sudden overpowering fear, often affecting large numbers of people all at once.

This, I’m afraid, is what many people are experiencing and, let me tell you, it doesn’t help a thing, but only makes matters worse. Whether the corona virus is as bad as we are led to believe, or whether it isn’t, panicking doesn’t solve a thing. We need to step back a minute, take a deep breath, and try to think clearly. 

What I’m seeing with store shelves being bare of certain items reminds me of this goofy adage: When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout. Imagine an enemy attacking and we are so scared, we forget defense and just run in circles, screaming and shouting. As well as being goofy, panic is a little dangerous.

I believe in preparing for an emergency as best I can, deal with it as I see fit, and stop worrying. I think often of what St. Paul said: Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. (Philippians 4:8)

Which brings me to the subject of spring. What could be more pure, lovely, and of good report than spring flowers?

Spring flowers are peeking up from among the grass and fall leaves. These first ones are to me among the most beautiful. Buttercups, wild violets, bluets, all are eager to raise their heads and take a look at the big world.

As my camera captured images of these tiny beauties, I could almost hear, “Butterflies all flutter up to kiss each little buttercup at dawning.” (Carolina in the Morning)

I’m sure there are scientific answers to why the miracle of spring happens each year but I really like this answer: God planned it that way.

With St. Patrick’s Day just around the corner,  I’ll leave you with one of my favorite Irish blessings. It’s a little wacky, but it’s kind of funny.

May those who love us, love us.

And those who don’t love us , may God turn their hearts.

And, if He doesn’t turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles

So that we will know them by their limping.