Ya know, I used to complain about the weather, but I never did anything about it. So I stopped.
The thing is, the world is always going to be the world. The way it changes is always the same, nothing new under the sun.
We have to all separately arrive at the same conclusion, we are pilgrims here. This is not our land, we are just passing through it. To let the woes of the world bear weight on us is to relinquish our true heritage and walk in the same darkness as others who don't know Christ, who is our Light in this dark place. Once we get past the fear the world lays on us we can realize the basis of it is caring concern for others as well as ourselves. This is what the devil wants to steal from us, our Love for others, as Our Christ Loves us. Think about it. What is it the world can offer us we would want so desperately we would give this up ? No matter, the world offers only darkness. Nobody gets out alive, we all die, don't be fooled. The good news is, we only have to die once.
How am I doing ? Getting by financially, the affects of a life of hard work are wearing on my body. Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I am up. Truth is, I don't know how to grow old gracefully yet, but I suspect it will come to me. I have a fierce Spirit within, the Lord has given me. The hard part of this life has been controlling it, and learning I have no enemies here, although this has been hard. I have discovered my worst enemy has been me, for walking the broad path, even though I have sought the narrow, the path less traveled it seems. I want to give up the things of this world, but I have learned to spot the takers, and avoid them. Plus I pray to be hidden from them.
This seems like a ramble but actually it is a reflection. I feel I am coming to another crossroad. Got to watch for these and especially the side traffic lest I get T-boned.
May the bountiful Grace of Our Lord Bless us all
Eph 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.