Abba, how is the bitter and the balm so strangely juxtaposed? The quaking and the calm within one breath ~ such a mystery. Whether in my flesh or of the spirit, I do not know, exists a conversation that were it truth, my heart would sing. But I’ve been wrong before and now my fear, a cold water plunge, brings me back to icy reality. Even the temporary has a sting. Lift my eyes to the eternal, is my prayer today. May the balm grow and the bitter diminish. It will be enough. For YOU are.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
(photo ~ Linda Charlene)