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Our continuing faith is built upon a bedrock of trust in God.
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(Updated January 29)
The common response to trials is resistance, if not outright resentment. How much better that we open the doors of our hearts and welcome the God-ordained trials as honored guests for the good they do in our lives.
From 1 Peter 1:6-7: “In this you rejoice, even if now for a little while you have had to suffer various trials, so that the genuineness of your faith—being more precious than gold that, though perishable, is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.”
Charles Swindoll (born 1934) is an American pastor and Christian author.
Horizon brightens
Greeting day with gentleness—
Morning’s quiet voice
Light’s clouded journey
Sunrise waiting with patience—
Soon sharing glory
Dawn’s early face glows
Shadows camouflage landscape—
Snowflakes dancing free
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Each morning God greets us with a welcoming sign of His perpetual presence . . . sunrise.
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(Updated January 28)
Friendship is a golden chain, the links are friends so dear.
Time is not measured by the years that you live, but by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give.
Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981) was an American writer who specialized in Christian and inspirational poetry.
Running on this daily treadmill, filling life’s gloomy story
Falling behind in life’s endless race, without much glory
Working Nine to Five, five long days each week
Stumbling through every month, looking bleak
Forgetting when life last paused for any vacation
Punching in, punching out . . . time clock fixation
Heating up life’s pressure cooker, deadlines loom ahead
Hoping the lid doesn’t blow off, propelled into tiny shreds
Watching everyone trying to row in the same boat
Rowing in separate directions, now barely afloat
Refueling the tank, this coffee break no longer helps
Scurrying on empty, might just as well holler a yelp
Taking the elevator to another miserable meeting
Ending up on the wrong floor, no warm greeting
Driving home each night, worn down to a blown-out frazzle
Stopping at the same red traffic light, it no longer dazzles
Racing every day, life delivering this hour’s final, saving grace
Looking left, then right . . . who’s even winning this rat race?
Originally published September, 2020.
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Sometimes the past seems to race ahead to the future.
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(Updated January 27)
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug.
When you catch an adjective, kill it. No, I don’t mean utterly, but kill most of them–then the rest will be valuable. They weaken when they are close together. They give strength when they are far apart.
Mark Twain (1835-1910) was an American author and humorist. He has often been praised as one of America’s greatest humorists, and American writer William Faulkner called him “the father of American Literature.”
From Psalm 30:4-5: “Sing praises to the Lord, O you His faithful ones, and give thanks to His holy name. For His anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”
Trials of darkness
Arriving today
Feeling faith challenged
Hope slipping away
Another mountain
Blocking path of peace
Taking Father’s road
Trust builds, piece by piece
Truth comes each sunrise
Breathing with His love
Delivering hope
Joy fed from above
Heart’s rainbow brightens
Finding peace from light
Refilling faith’s cup
Mercy taking flight
Father’s promised grace
Gathering each crumb
Leading to Jesus
Tomorrow shall come
From Psalm 30:11-12: “You have turned my mourning into dancing; You have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
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God treasures every simple moment that His grace offers. He reminds each of us to look forward to another precious tomorrow.
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(Updated January 26)
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