Last night, I went to bed with much fear and anxiety amidst this new world of unknowns concerning the Covid-19 virus.
This morning, I woke up to the reassuring sound of a quotidian train whistle, right on time, as always. I was quickly reminded by the Lord that my life was full of great constancies and this restored my hope.
What are the constancies in my life?
-the pear blossoms and the chirping of Cardinals to bring in the promise of Spring
-the early morning fog in my bucolic surroundings
-sunsets
-my daily NYTimes Crossword
-the laughter and joy coming from my Grandchildren when they are in my home
-the long talks and concerned hearts of my four incredible daughters
-the steadfastness and calming nature of my loving husband
-the communion of souls when spending time with my friends
-our loving church body looking first to serve others in this crisis above themselves
– and, most importantly, my Heavenly Father who gave me this constant promise:
“For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)
What are the constancies in your life?
Copyright 2020 by Robyn Lowrie. May be quoted in part or full only with attribution to Robyn Lowrie (www.frenchquest.com)
My French Quest 
Amen, alleluia!
I’d like to share this amazing prayer we have in the Orthodox Church. I think you will resonate with a lot of it.
At the end of the text, I included some youtuibe videos of it: https://myrtleskete.com/2020/03/15/akathist-hymn-glory-to-god-for-all-things/
Stay safe
Thank you for this prayer and the videos! They were a blessing.
(from Myrtle Skete, The Akathist Hymn):
Kontakion 2
“O Lord, how lovely it is to be Thy guest. Breeze full of scents; mountains reaching to the skies; waters like boundless mirrors, reflecting the sun’s golden rays and the scudding clouds. All nature murmurs mysteriously, breathing the depth of tenderness. Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Thy love. Blessed art thou, mother earth, in thy fleeting loveliness, which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last forever, in the land where, amid beauty that grows not old, the cry rings out: Alleluia!