O Israel, hope in the Lord; for with the Lord there is unfailing love. His redemption overflows. He himself will redeem Israel from every kind of sin.
Psalms 130:7-8 NLT
Life has been so busy here planning for our upcoming trip, finishing and then promoting my book so my wife wholeheartedly agreed for a sunset tour of a nearby park we had never been to. What a blessing to take a little break from our daily routine and spend a few quiet moments watching the sun set over the Gulf. It is as if every evening, Jesus takes His artist’s brush and paints a message of hope just before the darkness settles in.
Maybe He is telling each one of us individually to recall His faithfulness to forgive, by painting the ocean red. There is the place that He has promised to cast our sins if we repent and turn to Him when we stray. There under the waves, all our own actions and anxieties that have robbed the lives of ourselves and our families can be forgotten and forgiven because of the Cross. How glad I am of that new hope available for me!
So here are some photos of last night’s quiet sunset. They are just a few samples of the masterpiece of God’s mercy and hope for anyone who is looking. Where is your hope today?
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Pastor Pete, please check your SPAM comments folder. I have commented on several of your recent posts, but nothing shows up. BTW, I purchased your new book. Well done! Blessings.
Oh thanks for buying the book. I have a bunch on order too. Oh that’s interesting as when I see your comments I reply unless I am busy. Thank you for the heads up. Have a blessed weekend.
Wow really weird that you (and only you) had 5 nice comments parked in my spam folder. I approved all those kind comments and have no clue how that happened.
It’s happened before, Pete. I don’t understand it either. Mainly, I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed your book. Blessings!
Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed it. I somewhat wandered into children’s poetry by way of a lullaby I wrote when our kids were small. People seemed to like it so when my mind strays in that direction again I am learning to grab a pen and paper before it disappears from my senior memory!
My favorite poem in your book was the one about the bird who sings, no matter what. And he wonders why we don’t sing to God like that too.