There is something soulful about this photo. The seemingly abandoned vessel rusting in the elements points its nose to the sea in an expression of hope, all is not lost.
Can anyone give me a definition of false hope?
My recent reading of The First Phone Call from Heaven, by author Mitch Albom, where a character asks what is false about hope prompts this question. I don’t believe there is such a thing as false hope but instead the unreliability of the subject we place our expectations.
What do you think?
On this Good Friday, well you could call it the only true Black Friday, I find myself almost jealous as I weep for a family who lost a wonderful lady I and others called Grandma. Jealous? Yes! She is spending this Easter, and those to come, at the greatest banquet table ever in heaven! And, one day I will join her and others I am missing today. (My Facebook status posted April 18, 2014)
People will forget the words you said but will remember how you made them feel.
The truth of this statement echoes in my mind as we honor a wonderful godly woman I affectionately called Grandma.
Grandma Carey had a knack for knowing what I was thinking and how I was feeling. So many memories of noticing her meaningful look followed by a sweet smile as she enveloped me in a warm hug I wished would never end. However, her words often escape me. The wishing was not for missing the embrace but wanting the warmth of love to continue, a feeling that let me know I was cherished by a lady who knew what it meant to love her Lord with a humble, compassionate heart. (Matthew 22:37)
I believe this is her legacy.
Thank you Grandma Carey for showing the meaning of a true legacy. I hope I learned well so I can pass it on. See ya later!
I love my jewels of winter! Hmmm… How more brilliant are the gates, streets, and walls of Heaven? Will I care when I get there? Will His brilliance outshine them all? (Revelation 21)
Wow! Yesterday felt like an archeological dig after six hours of unearthing treasures from the attic and other spaces to move out to the garage for this weekend sale. And, we are not done yet!
The fun part of this excavation is dating the “jewels” and placing them in historical context. Ahhh… the memories! Each artifact raises warmhearted recollections of its previous owner and the special place he/she held within the family.
Is this what the Israelites felt when placing memorial stones along the banks of the Jordan? (Joshua 4:20-24)
A section of my daily work commute never ceases to amaze me with its beauty; ash, oak, and maple stand majestically with their arms arched over either side of this route. The last few days while dressed in winters finest, their limbs tirelessly stretch to reach as far across as possible creating a canopy for travelers that is just as visually pleasing to look at through the rearview mirror as it is through the windshield. The New Year and the Old Year are much like those hardwoods; persistently working so carefully to create a beautiful merging of the past and what will be. It is the shaping of who we are. We look back through the shade of the previous year to see triumph and failure, health and sickness, joy and tears, birth and death. Then as we peer into the uncertainty of the new, we hope for more of the good and less of the bad. However, it is not the circumstances that create the beautiful vista, but how we deal with them. (Proverbs 11:14, Proverbs 16:9, Galatians 6:7-9)