Praising God in these hard times pf my own life is both a challenge a giver of hope . Thanks again Joni for reminding me that praise is always possible!
On the verge of celebrating 66 Christmas times I look back with some nostalgia mixed with unspoken regrets. It is too late for some of the career choices I had hoped to make. It is too late for some of the ministry I had once thought I would do. It is too late for more children. It is too late for another talk with Dad, a different way I could have treated my family or even better stewardship of the money that has passed through my hands. But Martha’s encounter with Jesus at the edge of Bethany gives me hope that:
It is never too late for Him to come. It is never too late to listen to His word. His heart has been with me and you every moment of every hour and He has come to share this day with us. Even now; tombs will be opened, grave clothes removed and life renewed at the sound of His voice! No matter the moment, no matter thehour it is never too late for Jesus!
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus; Isaiah 35:1 ESV
It is a beautiful sight when a rose garden gives off its fragrance and is filled with blossoms of many colors. That is what our lives are like when God has poured out His blessing and we praise Him
But when dry winds dry out the soil of our garden till it turns hard and barren then a blossom is not a blessing: it becomes God’s miracle!
Okay so we know Tricia didn’t write this precious old hymn but I am thankful for how she has helped to bring the classic truths in the lyrics to life. In our continual rushing we of all people on this planet need to pause for a moment on a quiet Sunday and rest in our Beloved!
And release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage Hebrews 2:15