The soul experiences the effect of ungodly fear while in the hold of its earthly vessel. The hull of its ship, crafted from mere flesh and bone, is rickety and could buckle against the strain of life’s most turbulent waters; none of us are built so sturdy that we could indefinitely withstand the savage forces of nature.
Merciful Lord, my life is in your hands. If You would have me see tomorrow, then I shall trust Your purpose. But I am prepared to be with You, should You have me this very night.
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, rather receive in all circumstances even, my faintest 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.
