What a powerful God you are. You speak and your words roar through the universe. You sing and your song echoes from star to star. You whisper and the wind swirls and makes the clouds bump lazily into each other. You sigh and I feel your Spirit within my soul. Mighty and gentle. Tough and tender. Everywhere at once and nestled in my heart.
Oh, my. Forgive me when I judge others by myself. I was where they are once. Help me be patient with others and delight in their little bit of growth instead of their slow progress.
Thank you for cold, nippy mornings with the wind pounding on my cheeks, icy paths challenging my balance, and cabin fever when I stay indoors too much. And for rush-hour traffic and horns that honk and declare their presence on the road. Thank you for restless children and empty cupboards and flat tires. Thank you for a world that is not perfect so I can watch you work within it all to bring blessings and peace and wonder.
A CHILD’S BIBLE KIDS: RHODA. She was always sill and told jokes no one understood, but she was a hard worker and loved everyone she met. She and her widowed mother worked hard to support themselves. Then one day in the market, she voluntarily helped a lady who had dropped part of her produce. The lady hired her to be a live-in maid. Sometimes a man named Peter would visit Mary’s home and Rhoda learned to love his stories about Jesus. Then, one day, Peter was put in jail. To find out what happened next, READ NOW by clicking a book cover or pasting this: https://bit.ly/3psKU5L