It Began with Coffee
When friends ask if they fear losing another spouse, both answer the same. “We don’t borrow tomorrow’s sorrow. We thank God for today.”
When friends ask if they fear losing another spouse, both answer the same. “We don’t borrow tomorrow’s sorrow. We thank God for today.”
"Finding anything interesting?" he asked. Instead of answering kindly, I barked back, "No," in a tone that told him don't talk to me right now. He walked away, sat down in a chair and opened a book and began to read.
We listed eight important items on how to have a charmed marriage.
Reading this morning about what will happen in the future gives me hope and comfort: Then the angel said to me, “Everything you have heard and seen is trustworthy and true (emphasis, mine). The Lord God, who inspires his prophets, has sent his angel to tell his servants what will happen soon (Revelation 22:6 NLT).
We can't stop the clock. We can't control the future. But we can lean on and trust the One who holds the future. He knows us. Knows our days. Most of all, loves us and wants a relationship with us.
I want to study more about my future abode in heaven. There are more and more people in heaven now than when I was younger. I look forward to meeting them again, but what honestly sounds the sweetest to me is that God promises to live with us there.
At last, our climb leader shouted in the thin air, absorbing his voice so it sounded like a whisper declared, "Congratulations! You've made it to the top!"
December Bride: A woman who marries when she is significantly older than most brides. I was a December bride, just as the definition above describes.
The ship is fully decorated for Christmas. As we walk the many areas of the ship, we see people laughing and eating. They seem to be enjoying the Christmas season. Yet sometimes, just under the surface is grief. Sadness.
When I was a nineteen year old bride, walking down the aisle after we were pronounced husband and wife, I felt happy--yes--but there was a glimmer of sadness, too. For months we'd been planning every part of this wedding and now it was over. Of course the joy of being a wife and being married returned, but I'll not forget that feeling that came wispy-like fog that covers a bright sunny morning into gloom.