No one plants flowers on the roadside.
Some grow in soggy marshes. Some in dry gravel.
They get stepped on, driven over, and exposed to toxic fumes.
Yet, they survive.
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It is a portrayal of life.
There is ugliness in this world. And still, God paints on earth’s canvas.
He knows we will respond to the pain but his creation is a reminder of his presence.
It kind of puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?
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survive: continue to live or exist; especially in spite of danger or hardship.
After the attack on 9-11, a severely damaged tree was found under the rubble.
Replanted to another location, it was nurtured to health, and brought back to the World Trade Center Memorial.
A symbol of hope.
To all the families who have lost family and friends in the 9-11 attack, may you feel God’s comfort today and always.
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When you’re hurting, you have to put the pain somewhere.
You many not be thinking in those terms, but we all cope in our own ways.
Why do you think so many people have addictions? And it’s not just drugs, alcohol, and sex. It’s food, over-the-counter medications, television, cell phones, social networks, exercise, and more.
Don’t confuse a healthy helping of activities that help you find fulfillment and peace. Some organizations like MADD are started by people who experienced pain.
But those things are still limited. When you lay your head on the pillow at the close of another day, where does your mind go? Is it peaceful? Or are the next day’s activities of whatever you are doing to ease the pain swirling around your head?
God has promised rest and peace for our souls. But we have to look at him for it. He’s always there waiting for you. In the midst of tragedy, he is the only one who can help you. When you believe that nothing goes unnoticed by God, that he is so near to you that he knows how many strands of hair you have, you will bring your pain to him.
You can survive even when pain tries to paralyze you.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
I cannot speak to all forms of pain. And I won’t tell you that pain is pain.
There are families sifting through the debris of leveled towns from tornado destruction. For every wonderful story of a loved one spared, there is a sad story of a loved one’s death. A woman with breast cancer has only days to live while another celebrates her news of being cancer free. A fatal car accident takes a life and another just missed an accident by seconds.
The stories go on and on.
Unexpected, unintended, unexplained.
Despite the interruption of a storm, an enduring strength for survival ensues.
God knew what we would need to survive.
Ice crystals from the snow left tell-tale scars on the hope of spring.
Having some scars is okay. You will make it.