Sunday morning I woke up to the sun peeking into my window. I walked outside to see the only trace of the snow was melted and running down the sides of the streets.. A passerby would assume that a spring shower had brought on the wet ground. On the way home from church, I noticed the budding trees and the brown grass turning to green. I thought to myself, Wow! What a difference a day makes.
Spiritually speaking isn't this how it is in our own lives? How many of us have woken up to a bad day, bad news, temptations, or trials? I know I often find myself thinking- Oh, No! I must get used to this. This is what I have to live with. This is my lot in life. (I know dramatic huh? - but Oh, so true.) We often get stuck in grey dreary days because we accept it instead of relying on God to bring on a new day. A day where the clouds are gone. A day where the old is made new. A day where the remnants of the past are being washed away.
Just seeing that tree today after the snow yesterday made me think about that.. and how I often allow myself to stay stuck in situations..but today I am making a vow to myself, to always hang on.. For tomorrow is a new day. One full of the blessings of GOD!
11 comments:
BECKY!!! You are back!!! I am so glad!! I have missed you!!!!
I love this. Soooo glad you are back...
A very good metaphor! I totally hear you about letting yourslef get "stuck" in the dreary day! Here's to spring!
Amen sister - amen!
This is so true. The weather has been the same here. I really like your metaphor here, and I am so happy you are back!
WoW...that last picture is beautiful!! So glad you are back!!
Oh we are totally going through the same thing here! Saturday was so nice, the hubby was even able to go on a nice motorcycle ride. Then Sunday, snow storm. Then Sunday afternoon, sunny and snow melts.
Spring, would you just come already?
I just wanted to tell you how happy I am to see you after so long-and your insight today was why!!! It is so true-what a difference one day can make...
Amen! I was just talking with a friend the other day about the same thing..being grateful for the blossoms in life..
We were talking about the holocaust and how the fleas were so bad at some of the camps. The women suffered greatly and had many frustrations with the little pests. One of the women said they needed to be grateful...in the end they heard and saw why..the military men were being horrid (no explanation needed) to the women. Because of the fleas...they didn't want to go near them! So a FLEA..again AMEN!
Great metephor! It's good to have you back :)
Oh, this was so poignant. Dead on! Great post Becky!
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