Sunday Morning Sunshine: In Times of...

In Times of...

Storms. Turn to the scriptures:

Isaiah 23:4:  For you have been a refuge from the storm when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

Fear. Turn to the scriptures: 

Psalm 91: 2:  I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God; in his will I trust.

Evilness around us. Turn to the Scriptures:

Psalm 91:10:  There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come night thy dwelling.

Confusion:  Turn to the Scriptures:  

I Corinthians 14:33:  For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace.

Doubt. Turn to the Scriptures:

Isaiah 41:10:  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Sickness. Turn to the scriptures:  

Jeremiah 33:6:  Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and will let them enjoy abundant peace and security.

Needs. Turn to the Scriptures:

Philippines 4:19:  And my God shall supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory.

Success. Turn to the Scriptures:

Proverbs 16:3:  Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established. 

What Could Be Worse?

Hadn't been feeling well for several days and couldn't figure out what was wrong. Listless and stomach problems.

Well, it finally hit me. Some strain of a cold like I'd never had before. Felt so bad I thought dying would be a blessing. But today, I'm feeling a shade better. So I got to thinking (uh, oh!). What could be worse? As bad as I felt, why would I rather have had this cold than other situations I could have been in?

Here's some I definitely hope I never have to face:

Total bed rest. (I like to move around too much!)
Cancer (I hate to even say the word)
Biblical Job's news (you know, your whole family gone?)
A house fire that takes all my memories
Both hands broken (no writing-wail . . .)
An unhealthy child

I guess I'll eventually get over this cold. That's a lot to be thankful for.



Quote:
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before it. --Jacob A Rus


Blessings