Monthly Archives: June 2016

Always Remember

Always Remember

Words that draw me to attention

and cause my ears

to perk  up.

Always Remember

Things my parents used to say.

Be careful to look both ways before crossing the street.

It’s more important who you are than what you do or how you look.

And that

God knows everything.

That last one is one of my all time favorites.

Always remember that God knows everything.

He knows my thoughts

and the longings of my heart.

He knows how hard I’ve tried and also when I’ve been discouraged.

He knows and looks at me with love and grace

while others might easily misjudge and misunderstand.

He knows everything.

He knows my past, my present and all the days to come.

He knows my scars and tends my wounds

and cares about my deepest fears.

He knows when I’m so weary that I’m tempted to give up.

But there He is. Right by my side. Helping me.

Yes, always remember.

 

hope

Always Hope

 

bridgeLike a race, my life is lived one step at a time. Feet hitting pavement. Breathing in, breathing out.  Miles pass as I keep running and running.

The race is long. I often get weary, don’t you?

My eyes scan the sides of the rode longing for water. But there is none.

Keep running, I tell myself.

You can do it.

Life twists and turns. Uphill and down. Not that many down hills it seems. Certainly lots of long, winding uphills.

Thirsty for water.

Or the band to play my favorite march.

Where, oh where is the cheering crowd?
I look around but there is no one to be seen.

I’m so tired I could just drop. Right here. Right now.

But there are more miles to run.

I remember that there are others running with me. Running their races.

Trying to pace themselves. Determined to finish strong.

And then I see one running with me. His stride matches mine. Perfectly.

I feel my body relax just knowing that I have a companion.

Loneliness can be a heavy burden.

He passes me a cup of water. Wonder where he got that from?

I bring it to my mouth and gulp the water. Splashing it all over my hand and down on the pavement.

It is so good. So cool and satisfying as I swallow it.

And then I look up. My companion is gone. I squint my eyes longing to see him again.

But I can’t.

One foot after another pounding the pavement. But I am stronger now.

Refreshed and encouraged and I remember those words.

‘Let us not become weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.’ (Gal. 6:9)

Always hope. Always hope.

Run well today.