On this bright, sunshiny morning, dear Father, I pause to quietly offer You my heart’s dearest love and appreciation for all the years of turmoil You have guided me through by the Holy Spirit; for warm comfort in deep despair, for sorrow turned into joy, for hope instead of sorrow, for tender kindness in deep sadness—and always the hope for a better tomorrow here or hereafter by your unfailing grace.
May I never forget from whence my deepest joy comes, now and forever.
Please give me strength to suffer through pain with great grace and high hopes for a brighter tomorrow. Help me to remember that every day brings me closer Home!
Tired old 92 year olds sit on the cool, shady front porch a lot. It is some of our purest recreation: sunshine! Blue skies and rainbows (most of the time and in the right season), but we don’t always nod and dream. Sometimes we are re-living some beautiful portion of our long lives all over again—and it brings twice as much joy! This morning, for example, a bird in the distance is chirping out his happiness. The earth is still and quiet as he listens. Silence is pure as crystal except for a bird quarrel in the distance. It’s Eden all over again, this time untarnished by human pollution.