What the doctor had written in ink, I didn’t have the power to write over it. But on the blank canvas of my inside, there stands an invitation to write my story to a different ending.
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.
He bends time and space and slows motions and teaches us --- Time is relative. Time is filled with paradoxes; marked with possibilities. Time lapses in ways mortals just don't get it, and multiplies in seeming moments of transience. We don't understand time the way He does.
James Dobson said it right, "babies come into the world with no instructions, and you pretty much assemble them on your own...they are maddeningly complex and there are no guaranteed formulas. Even the most intelligent professionals are struggling with their child rearing responsibilities at home..."
...if we could see Him in everything we do we won’t ever be ousted with our disappointment, our misplaced expectations...
...when you just need a breather
Today is a present - a gift for your rejoicing. And in sacred stillness; He is assuring you,