What we welcomed in our front door in April with a rush is now sliding quietly out the back door like a thief. I had forgotten till this morning how wonderful and comforting the leaves that dressed the trees. Thank you God for your gifts both and eternal!
Let the rivers clap their hands; let the hills sing for joy together
Psalms 98:8 ESV
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 leaves are filled with yesterday
As they face early frost
Their veins are running red to brown
Forgetting nights once soft
But as one page turns another starts
Their stories don’t end here
The last lines tell us please stay tuned
When snows close up the year
Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil
Where seeds wait for their time
Yesterday’s just what’s gone before
God’s amazing life’s design
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