I have read or heard several statements lately that have stuck with me.
I can imagine my mom being held captive in the woods. She would have every tree and stick named and she would teach them all about the Bible and the beauty of the world and she would have story time everyday. She might make them memorize scripture verses and learn Spanish too. And there would be days she crawled into a ball and wanted to die, but she's the kind of person that would never give up. She would survive and maybe even find some strain of joy in the midst of it.
Dad taught us to be physically prepared; but mom made us believe that we could actually survive and endure.
Jeez... can't I just Christmas shop in peace???
"My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus’ blood and righteousness, I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name. The words to that old, familiar hymn now holds special memories for me. As we were having to say our forever goodbyes last Saturday, I watched my father-in-law sing that to his bride of 57 years, strong, and without a tear. Then he said…“Now when I get there…..you will join me on the chorus and we will finish it together!'"
Do I have to say anything?
Keep track of those small comments, quotes, and phrases that seem to repeat themselves in your mind. They might just make you think, smile, or confess...even if they do come from an unlikely source.