The wind is wild. The rain sweeps in, sweeps through, and
clears away the clouds so the sun can remind us it is springtime.
I complain, again. It’s too cold. This is like autumn. How can
any of our struggling seedlings grow? (How can I grow?)
The world is weary. The news is discouraging. Dire, even. I can
focus on my feelings and go down with the ship. Or I can lift my eyes to the
hills and remember where our help comes from.
Today I choose to lift my eyes. I choose to sing my songs of
praise. I choose to carve out time for creativity, for connection with the
divine.
This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be
glad in Him. So many blessings. May my joy in Him spill over into constant
prayer for those in trouble, those in deprivation, those in pain, those in
grief, those in conflicts, confinements and fear. Those struggling under black
clouds of despair. Lord, sweep those clouds away. Let your light shine in the
darkest of places, restoring hope, bringing life, destroying the enemy’s
efforts.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not
overcome it.
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