I watched my great grandson flailing his arms, kicking and crying with his face red, thus revealing an Irish temper. He doesn’t like it in this world, and he wants all around to know it. Oh, he’ll climb out of that mood, but there will be many more mountains he must climb before he reaches great grandpa’s age. That’s pretty much the story of life.
I have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
I pray that this grandson will, at an early age, seek the only One who makes sense of life on terra firma.
Give it some thought and we won’t speak of the luck of the Irish.
Gary