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It is stormy enough today… what about tomorrow?
I’ve seen a peace, a contentment. But it is always out of reach. It is agonizing beauty, like a distant mountain. I can’t get there. Fear keeps me from living today; anxiety steals my joy for living tomorrow. Why am I so anxious? I find no assurance that it won’t all fall apart tomorrow. Why have my attempts to be satisfied with sciences, religions, philosophies, entertainments, even with friends, left me feeling empty, shallow, and vain? Why have I been so reluctant to call out to God for help? |
They reeled and staggered like drunken men; they were at their wits’ end. Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
(Psalm 107:27-29 NIV)
Sunday We Find Our Help:
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