How completely stupid is despair. It doesn’t understand nor learn and it has no desire to. What boring company I sometimes keep. But it’s the one who does understand and has learned that it was in despair’s midst, resurrection lifted its head.
What one may regard as the end, another might recognize as preparation. Will I sit in quarantine and think it a garden of doom?
Where the women sat weeping, new Life had already taken form. The Garden of Gethsemane was no longer marred by the Tomb but the place where flowers grew. Where death laid down its head, surrender had already taken its stand.
Will I allow my eyes of disbelief to be drawn into the dark beyond the stone that had been laid, or will I have courage to allow the thorns of the roses to draw my own blood and pass on the beauty?
Hi Carlos! Thank you for the scriptural reference. Hope you are well—
We’re fine, Deb! Thank you!
Remember, ONLY THE REAL BLOOD OF CHRIST redeems us.
Nothing and no one else is accepted.
It is an Eternal Portal that grants us the right to return to the presence of God.
An absolutely beautiful perspective, dear Deb, and you’ve expressed it with your unique, poetic prose! Thank you for lifting our eyes and hearts! Love you! xo ??
Thanks for the visit, Lynn. ❤️You’ve been on my mind often and appeared in my dream last night! I hope you all are well and wish I could see your paintings! Sending love,
Only CHRIST can perform the miracle of Mercy, of to transform the slurry into water, and evaporate us from this Earth.
These trying times are strengthening our faith and that will work to our good.
It is right to ask the questions that remind us of that fact.