There were ten of us in 1956. Mom, Dad, my three brothers and four sisters. Life was good and we were all under the same roof. I wish I had a recording of some of the events that took place in that old house. Time changes everything. Now there are six of us, and we’ve kissed seventy to eighty years good-by. The years remind us that life here on the planet is fleeting and the past can’t be replicated. However, I have peace and hope, not given by life, but by the Scriptures.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Even if you didn’t have the kind of life that you could be grateful for, there is always hope for the life to come. Give it some thought.
Gary