All The Happy Golden Day

Hay field and blue skies.To say, “What a beautiful day!” doesn’t seem adequate. It was beautiful — sunlight and relatively mild temperatures, a soft breeze through the leaves, spectacular clouds. This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. And we did … and then late in the afternoon we grieved. The tears still flow. Text messages still fly between teens and friends, between mothers and other mothers. And collectively we pray for a family who has suffered tragic loss in the blink of an eye. 

“I am not skilled to understand … what God has willed, what God has planned.”

Those words, a message sent out into the world from a shocked and devastated mother trying frantically to get home to her family. Those words say so very much. Please pray for that mother. She needs strength and endurance to withstand inexplicable grief. Please pray for her family, who will awaken today — if they found sleep at all, to being without one of its members. And please pray for the many young people who knew and loved a 15 year-old ray of sunshine who has gone to Jesus.

Trust.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” ~ Matthew 5:4

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” ~ John 16:33

“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” ~ Isaiah 40:31

“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ~ Philippians 4:7

“While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.” ~ II Corinthians 4:18

Please pray for ‘Sarah’s family’.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.

Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.

 

 

 

 

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