This blogger has been reeling from all that is going on around me. The Pandemic is getting worse; There is still protests, and our country is severely divided.
It is hard, at best, to be cheerful, and excited. It takes every bone in my body to face each day.
I think I have scars from all of this. I actually hurt. (I know, that’s old age)
Then I thought of Jesus. He had scars all over His body, from thorns, whippings, a spear in his side, and spikes through His hands and feet.
However, the greatest pain He was going through was our sins.
There is one big difference. He will never lose His scars. They are scars of victory. The victory of eternal life for you and me.
When I think of that, my “poor me,” attempt is out the window. No one wants to come to a pity party.
What I need is to buck up and face my storms. When I am a afraid and discouraged, I need to remember that God is always with me. Where there is fear, God brings courage.
Have the fear dying from the virus? Well, to be honest, we should fear from dying and not knowing God.
God will lead us through the fires we face.
How are you doing.?Do you not turn on the TV, because it is mostly bad news? Do you wish you could stay in bed all day?
We certainly hear you. Never let the dark side tell you the world is coming to and end. The sky is not falling like Chicken Little said.
Just be courageous, and stead fast in all of this turmoil.
GOD IS IN CHARGE!
You are never alone.
You are never forsaken.
You are never unloved.
And above all….never, ever, give up!