SYNOPSIS This is first a book of hope. The Corona virus outbreak has changed our world since I wrote Thirty-One Days of Hope back in 2017. Though hopelessness is certainly nothing new, this disease that has killed millions of people around the world has made the battle personal for us all. How should we live […]
I was so pleasantly surprised and thankful that my friend Barbara took the time to read and review my little devotional and post it on her blog. Barb writes on a variety of subject besides her book reviews. My favorites are her experiences with grade schoolers on the school bus and in the classroom. Thank you so much Barbara!
We went with her along the path Through turns and twists and more Till angels took her by the hand As we walked out on the shore
They led her to a waiting ship Then she smiled and turned to say “Don’t weep for me I hear His call - Time to come home today!”
Time to Come Home by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2021 all rights reserved
In memory of my wife’s sister Diane who we laid to rest yesterday after a year long battle with Interstitial lung disease. Over the last year Nancy spent 5 months caring for her. We flew out to California on Monday and it has been a long week for us both. Thanks for the prayers of those who follow this blog. This little verse puts in words a tiny piece of the comfort that God has given us right now. I pray it may touch someone else dealing with a season of grief.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Psalm 19:1 ESV
One of my favorite reasons for going to the beach is to watch the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico. Any sunset is beautiful but the most spectacular require some clouds on the horizon, for the sun to light up with amazing shades of red, orange and yellow below the canopy of a fading blue sky. When my sister-in-law passed away recently, I was reminded of sunsets in our own lives. Our years of day trips into Chinatown, Christmases at the big house when all six brothers and sisters gathered and walks in Golden Gate Park reflected off the clouds of sorrow that came with the phone call telling us of Diane’s passing.
Though grief has settled on our horizon, God is painting the colors of sunset on our hearts with hope. Diane’s hope was not in the doing or possessing of anything here on this shore, but across the other side of the sea with Jesus Christ. The beauty of the hope we hold onto when the blue sky of our passing years fades is His signature which says, “This life is mine, and a new and happier one lies across the sea.” There we will meet Diane again, where we will be able to run up heaven’s hills and together breathe deeply of its pure air. Our life here is just an unfinished canvas. If we put the paintbrush of our will into the Master’s hands, He will fill our days with His design and sign at the bottom when He is done. Just as every sunset tells us that God has finished another day, so a life that is His will receive His signature, declaring, “This is mine – and all that has passed is only the beginning of all the wonders that lie in store!”