The sky is deep grey, and we hear the steady beat of raindrops. The weather seems appropriate since I’m thinking about the symbolic rain we are facing in today’s life. My milk to maturity has taught me many lessons, but most of all, I’ve learned what it means to have God’s umbrella in the storms of life.
“Therefore, let us move beyond the elementary teachings about Christ and be taken forward to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God”
Hebrews 6:1
“Niece’s Poem”
Many Moons Ago I adored each of you as a youthful Uncle
My Nieces you are “Embraces” that Rains on my memory of “Happy Life”
Brings a simple Smile to my reminiscence “face”
A Smile that’s my “Umbrella” like a Rainbow
Imagine if I was given one twinkling of that umbrella Now
Just a single “shielding” from today’s World
Such a peaceful sound of rain of many cheerful events
I could feel the rain, so close forever, and that moment would always Stay fresh
Yes, life is hard. Troubles rain on all of us. Some of you may be old enough to remember that many moons ago, Ella Fitzgerald and the Ink Spots had a hit entitled Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall. In Today’s world we are being hit with all kinds of sufferings and we might say that too much rain has fallen into our space. I know that I would declare the same: Back pain, blisters arrived, old age invaded my life, memory is fading . . . What can I say?
It is definitely raining hard in our life today. Yet, we must remember that God is always there for us, always showing us unfailing love. We have the assurance from Jesus that He will be with us to the end of the ages. We know that God’s faithfulness is great because we see new mercies every morning. So, we don’t need to let rain deters us. All we need to do is just pull out a raincoat, of memory’s simple times.; wearing a hat, boots and go on as God rains in his garden that needed a gentle soulfulness and smell, even during Thunderstorms-mere loud noise; No beauty petrichor sustains; thanks, my nieces like flowers as we remember we are part of God’s Plan. We will heal up in heaven, with his own cure-all
God Bless You and This Ministry!
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