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.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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