Abigail took this picture. It speaks to me of how we live in our small houses in this big world, where storm clouds roll and pile overhead and overwhelm, but the sun still rises, it finds a way, and shines through, eventually, every time. And for that I am thankful.
I don't know if this is a very good poem, but, it helped me in the past and I thought of it when I saw Abby's pictures today:
God has not promised
sun without rain
joy without sorrow
peace without pain.
But God has promised
strength for the day,
rest for the labour,
light for the way,
grace for the trials,
help from above,
unfailing sympathy,
undying love.
by Kevin Mayhew.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. A seasonal thought!
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