Saturday, October 9, 2010

Hmm...long time...still pluggin'

It feels like ages since I posted here, but I was curious today about any spam comments here, since I haven't posted in some time. I was tickled and humbled to find a few random "anonymous" comments on old posts. I had abandoned this site in my "darkness" of the last year, to focus more on my photography site--Pippen Prints--in effort to remind, rebuild, and reform myself back into the person I always will be...and hope to be.

And, in my absence, I have often thought how the older posts on here seem so long ago...a totally different me, a different time, different world. I've considered deleting them, since they contrast so much with the healing/coping journey the latter posts record. But they are all part of my story...we can't delete our pasts I suppose.

So, maybe I'll get back into writing here again...
Afterall, for better or worse, I still am a blessed woman.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sigh...

God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. Revelation 21:4

Recently my pastor made a point about how the Puritans used to start and end each day with one of the following comments:
-in the morning: "Maybe today God?"
-in the evening: "Maybe tonight God?"

He explained that they were so focussed on the goodness of heaven and God's promises of a perfect world upon His coming that they hoped for it eagerly everyday.

I can see why they would long hopefully each day for His coming with this quote from Revelation. While He is near at all times, and certainly close with those who mourn, grieve, are troubled, in need, or weary, it's hard to feel Him when He can't simply reach over with a finger and wipe away a tear, give a hug, or give you His hand to hold. We have to rely on faith to help us feel those comforts. We also have to allow the Spirit to break down any barriers we have as fallen humans that restrict His comfort from coming through strong and warm.

...no more tears. Wow, unfathomable.
Praise God for this word which He left behind for me to have sitting waiting in an old email I stumbled upon today when I needed it.
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