That last sentence made
me realize something. My faith gets stronger and stronger, the more I rely on
it. Isn’t that amazing? It grows, rather than decreases, in strength.
Without getting too
philosophical, I feel so sad for anyone who does not have some level of faith,
no matter which creed or credo they follow. It helps mere mortals like me to
weather the storms of life. It even helps me get through the messy, stressy
small issues which are sometimes more draining than the big issues.
So, here I am, reminding
myself to tear off yet another page on the calendar in the morning. And bills
are paid. And I have a roof over my head for me and for the cat, food for us
both, running water, a bed to sleep in, and I am living in luxury compared to
many (far too many) in this world today – indeed, not just in this world, but
in my own city, and even in my own community.
Sweet, Merciful Lord
Jesus, thank you with all my heart and soul for being here for me. And not just
for me – for all. I cannot even imagine the pain and suffering you endured for
us, but I am so grateful for your love, your mercy, and your help.
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