July 1, 2010 Now there's a question I ask myself when the doldrums beat into my life or I'm overwhelmed with a harrowing situation. One promise.
It's been almost five years since I endured one of the darkest periods of my life. I experienced two devastating losses within a matter of months. Shooting questions up to God with gun-fire intensity became the only way I knew how to communicate with Him. I coiled in a ball of anger and despair, pleading my case with God, praying for mercy. The days were dark. I struggled to remember the promise. Friends came near. The church encouraged with the kind of loving care I'll never forget. But I still felt consumed with pain...with death. Until one day. One act brought me back to His promise. A dear friend drove to the curb outside my house. I peeked out the window, unsure I felt ready to entertain company. But my friend didn't exit the car. Her young daughter did. A girl with springy curls and beautiful sunken dimples rang my doorbell. I opened the door to see a bundle of bright yellow daffodils clutched in her hands. She lifted the miniature bouquet up to me. I waved to my friend in the car as she called her daughter to join her. Then I brought the flowers inside. In what had become a cave of doom and gloom, those flowers brought the glory of life and fresh beginnings. The daffodils reminded me of God's promise. Hope sprung eternal once again. If small yellow daffodils could do that for me, imagine what a living book of words could do for you? Imagine finding the answer to the question "what's in a promise" inside that living book. Then, not only answering it, but believing - truly believing - the answer. Imagine light pouring from the petals of a flower. A Celebration of His Promise. |
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