So today, I ask you to make the memories. Do the mundane things that seem pointless and unrewarding. Keep the traditions. Take the pictures.
I know the end of the story. And it’s beautiful.
In other words, the more room I make for Him, the more I crowd out the enemy.
Jesus died on that cross, knowing that one day, we would be here. That we would still sin.
The Lord has made His victory known; He has revealed His righteousness in the sight of the nations. Psalms 98:2 HCSB
I started out my morning pretty happy. I got snuggles from my toddler, my oldest came in to say good morning and get a hug. Then my Dude came in and explained to me that he “didn’t drop it, there was just too much gravity.” He never did explain to me what exactly he didn’t…
I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but I know how this ends. I know who wins. Good will prevail. It may not be today, but at the very end, where it’s important, good wins. God wins.
There is such power in your words, whether spoken or written. And those who have been there should hear them.
I think that’s when we need to work the hardest to give thanks. And to worship. And to sing at the top of our lungs.
We’re being given a chance right now. A chance to stop. To pay attention to those around us. To laugh. To make memories out of the small moments.