I am thinking I need to write something a little less focused on the woes of the Armstrong family…..I sat here trying to think of something humorous or uplifting…..something joyful and a verse came to mind “weeping endures for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5. I had to laugh….not joyfully, but in an eye rolling, “that’s really funny, God” kind of laugh. That’s the verse He brings to my mind? Then as I pondered on those words for a minute, I realized He was reminding me that this season is only for a season…it may bring tears, and pain and even suffering, but then it will pass and the sun will come up again and joy will return. I met a woman named Joy yesterday, and she was truly filled with joy….the kind that makes her see the gift and beauty in everything. I want to be like that. I want to see the moments in all of this that will be remembered forever, not because they were painful, but because they were profound and we saw the hand of God in our lives in an amazing way. Wherever you are today, whatever you are going thru, whatever is difficult for you right now, remember joy comes in the morning!
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"About you"? It is hard to declare any one thing or even a few things that would be of any interest to anyone! I love God. I know that I am His child, and I waver between being totally overwhelmed with His love, grace and mercy in my life, to being overwhelmed with how fast life is passing and how bad a job I have done at living this life He has given me. I often wonder if anyone else is out there walking around trying to act normal (which, if I may insert here, is really a relative term to everyone...what is normal?). About me? I am complicated! I love God with all my heart and want to serve Him with all my heart and want to do something important with all my heart and yet, this life I live everyday, doesn't seem to line up with that. More than anything - I want to be a published writer. I want to have the time to go to places that are surrounded by the sound of crashing waves and breezes and just listen. Or, to sit on a deck of some remote cabin and listen to the whisper of God's voice in the trees. I wonder.....I wonder if those moments will ever come? View all posts by dana2day