Life is not always easy, things happen, storms blow in, people change. That nice car you were driving? Gone. That weed free garden that the neighbor so carefully tilled? Full of weeds again. The news is full of tragedy. Young father dying, tornadoes taking lives, children no longer in their parents arms. It is often enough to make one weep. It all looks so hopeless.
When my eyes opened at 5:30, I lay awhile mulling all of lifes struggles over in my mind. I could have spent hours there doing that, but what would that accomplish? Instead I slid out of bed and wandered outside.
My devotional time with God was sweet. The tea was hot, the sun shining. Birds were singing in the leafy canopy above me. I sat in my nightgown and closed my eyes and basked in the beauty of it all. And I gained strength, enough to get me through the day, enough to carry me on. Enough to satisfy my hungry soul. Sweet.
One thing does not change...the fact that God loved me and sent His son
to die for me, that He loves me, unconditionally, always, never
I am blessed.