In this kind kingdom our most kind and kingly Father walks us through splintered heart cries and powerful plunges into pain. One could describe His abiding gaze as rays of sweet sunshine illuminating the gloom and sopping up the pooling sorrow. He steps gently with our steps. He unfolds the dimensions of His care for His own as the hours of each day stretch out.
In the kind kingdom where our gentle Father reigns, the house of sorrow draws throngs of friends equipped with loving kindness. Here pain cues rescue and cries cue prayer, struggles cue rising warrior brothers and sisters who put aside dish towels and lawn mowers to hold spirit swords in brave hands to do battle for beloved hurting ones in their reach. In this kingdom no one fights alone and no one celebrates alone.
Galatians 6:2 Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.
All of "these" makes the "us"( WHAT A BUNCH?) BUNDLES OF LOVE WRAPPED IN WHITE ROBES. COUSIN DILL
ReplyDeleteLove what you said, Dill....love you and your whole bunch too!
DeleteOUR PEOPLE AT CHURCH ARE SO OLD THEY ARE GOING BLIND AND ARE IN WHEEL CHAIRS, WE GONA GET HOME BEFORE YOU DO COUSIN.
Delete