A Neighborhood Walk
A few weeks ago, one cheerful sunny morning, we walked along the road and heard the rumble and grind of large equipment.
A few weeks ago, one cheerful sunny morning, we walked along the road and heard the rumble and grind of large equipment.
I've learned that to Wear My Peace in the good and bad times is better, though not always easy.
The performances were flawless. We are novices, but we recognize good music. Each of the participants settled themselves on the piano bench before they played, making sure it was the right height and distance from the keys.
I'm grateful for families. Weddings. Christmas. Children. Siblings.
I've been feeling a bit melancholic the past week or so. Part of the melancholy is that summer is waning.
We have to face snakes and fears and then ask that wise question: “Is it real?” If so, we face it with a friend or husband—or loving Savior, Jesus. And if it isn’t real, go on from there and trash the rubber snake—fear. And briskly wipe our hands and go on from there.
This week and next, we're on a trip, celebrating our first anniversary. It's so hard to believe it has been nearly a year, but it is. Just this morning, Jim suggested for our devotions we have each morning, to read a verse. He picked it. Guess what it was? Yes! It was the above verse!!
My loving God nearer to me than any family member. Any friend. He's there when I'm awake at 3:00 am in the morning. Though He is unseen, I know He is there. Sad with me. Weeping with me. Joyful with me. Life is full of "distress", yet He is there. That's all we need to know.
Another reminder, yet again. My hope is in God, maker of heaven and earth. It is in He I put my trust. And that is enough.
My life is good, but I still need to be reminded of where my hope lies. I also read, "Cease striving and know that I am God." I learned that "striving" means sink down, let drop, relax. Sometimes I don't relax very well.