Today, provide the words for your own life through this picture.
The smells of autumn are unmistakable. The clean smell of Macintosh apples in a nearby bushel, the carpet of golden maple leaves soaking in the warm sun, and the damp earth preparing a resting place for frost-bitten hostas, salvia, and phlox.
And then one leaf…and another…gracefully floated to the ground to take its place among the others.
Seasons end, but another is waiting. Do we hang on to the old? Or do we anticipate the new?
Even in the midst of the cold and bitter winter, there is life. The wind plays with the snow, creating ripples of purple shadowed dunes while grand, lacy snowflakes rock gently to the earth – breathing life into our weariness.
The pain will end. But in its cold and bitterness, there is still life. Can you find it?
Joy is when there is nothing to be happy about.
There is only one place joy comes from. It’s the same place love comes from.
Both are not fleeting feelings. They are anchored hard and fast and true in the bedrock of faith.
Joy keeps you going in the right direction, even when you want to run the other way.
When you find yourself smiling during sorrow and hadn’t planned on it, that’s joy.
When out of nowhere, you find yourself hopeful for the future, that’s joy.
Joy is the small, steady flame that burns in our hearts. Pain, sorrow, suffering, loss, and heartache, threaten its power. Sometimes, its light is shadowed by situations and circumstances.
But joy is an eternal flame that can never go out.
Will you find it?
I live with eternity in my heart.
Sometimes it’s so real I can touch it.
Sometimes it’s so very far away.
No matter what it feels like, I remain constant in what I believe – the promise of eternity with God in Heaven.
Death came early for so many in other times and places. How did they manage? Did they see something we don’t see much these days?
All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth.
I am comforted when I remember there will be a day when God will make everything right. When tears and pain and grieving and death are gone forever.
And we will be reunited with those we love who died too soon.
How can you live without this hope?
We all trust in something that keeps us going each day.
When we get up in the morning, we trust the water will be there for teeth brushing, shower taking, and coffee making.
We trust our transportation will be there.
When we come home, we trust that our house or apartment will be there.
The fact that we don’t think about every step we take tells me just how much we are made to trust.
But then, something bad happens. Sometimes it’s something small and we react with frustration.
Sometimes it’s big and we get confused.
Take that trust you have with the simple things, and apply it to the big things.
Because the One who made you to trust with the small things – has made you to trust with the big things.
You just didn’t know it.