As we pass the 1 month mark of Owens birth, death, and burial…questions remain, hurts remain, memories remain, and hopes remain deferred. What are we to make of all this? Pious platitudes seem quite hollow, even if they are constructed upon eternal truth. My heart craves real, honest reality…real hope…real change, I don’t want to be the same person tomorrow that I was today…I can’t be, I can’t look back and feel like I wasted these days.
God will use children to change you, even the ones who are with you only a short time…if you let them. If you refuse to change, you miss out on one of God’s greatest blessings and instruments of transformation…all the minutes, the hours, the days are will lie wasted.

I came across this yesterday, it brought clarity and hope to these days…it tells of Truth cultivating the soul and lasting fruit being harvested…it’s real hope, right now:

But these are the days that we have been given. They haven’t simply fallen on us, the product of meaningless chance. These are the days we have been given. They are ours for a purpose. They have been given for a reason. We are here because we were meant to be here. We have been given these days for good.

This moment is soil in which something will be planted. If in this moment the seeds of anger are planted, bitterness will grow. If in this moment faith is planted, hope will grow. These are the days that we have been given, not only so that we would learn how to wait, but so that we would plant new seeds, invest in new things, and make fresh starts. But when you have been injured so severely it is tempting to let survival overwhelm investment and questions overwhelm fresh starts.

These are the days we have been given, but they are not meant to be an end in themselves. These days are a portal to new insight, new commitments, and new action. Pray that we would not only say these are the days of questions, waiting, and boredom, but we would also say that these days of pain are also days of opportunity and potential.

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