We, who have been inspired by the perfect works of imperfect men and women, should not be disillusioned with our faith and democracy because of hateful hearts whose critical view of history is a dark lens that would diminish all light.
Lord, as I walk into another day, the trees around me cast long shadows by the early morning sun. There is so much darkness around me, but I am thankful for the occasional ray of light that brings me warmth.
I have learned to not expect but instead, in all circumstances, receive even my faintest of breath as a gift of mercy from God Himself. For I have come to well know that, to the displeasure of my flesh, all things in this temporary place shall ultimately come to an end. But my spirit endures by faith . . . that is hope, not in the things of this world but, in the everlasting God who, as I trust and obey Him He, makes me happy in Jesus. My Savior’s promise of His love is as a precious shower of blessing to refresh me in all seasons.
Excerpt from part 1: “Just a celestial throw from God’s glorious estate, a dimension of the heart is discovered to the delight of a weary soul who, after his deliverance from a dark void that lies within the uncharted vestibules of the spiritual universe he, had set course for the source from whence he came.”
Otherwise, continue with part 2!