Yea, though I walk through the valley…

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. (Psalm 23:4)

No matter how thick the clouds, no matter how much rain has fallen, or how loud the thunder roars, the SON is always shining. In your darkest hours know with no doubt, that your God does not faint nor does He grow weary of you. Arise! For His light has shined upon you and life’s circumstances cannot fade it.  Never question His trustworthiness because of what is going on in life.  He is loving, He is faithful and, He has not, and will not EVER leave you.  While you may not feel Him, you must have faith that He is ever present and is keeping you, even while the wind and rain are beating on you.  Hold strong beloved; He who began a good work in you is faithful to complete it.  And soon your strength will be renewed and, you WILL soar over the storm.  Be still and KNOW that He is!

Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? There is no searching of His understanding. He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength…they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40: 28-29, 31)

 

Where it all started from…

Mom and Dad

My mother is beautiful, smart, funny, resourceful and, the STRONGEST individual I have ever met!  She is amazing!  Her love is unconditional and her heart is one of the best ever made. She is my best friend and I am hers.

My father is handsome, funny, thoughtful and, the MOST encouraging individual God ever created. From day one, I was told I was the best; at whatever I wanted to do/be. His heart is huge and he is a man of God.

I no longer recall a time when they were together. So, in an effort to force the pure part of my subconsiousness to release the memories of way back when, I’ve hung this picture up by my desk.  Daily I gaze at it in the hopes that the memories will miraculously come flooding back; so graphic that they are palpable: the smells and sounds, the hugs and smiles and, the love and happiness I’d like to believe were present.

While their husband and wife love didn’t last, I’m reminded daily how much they appreciate the union because they have me.

I things I’ve learned and continue to learn from them can’t be numbered and no value can be placed on them.  They are infinite and precious.