Sabbath Sunday: Swampy Yard

There are times I think my life looks just like this.

Rain day after day after day after day.

Swampy yard.

Wormy smells.

Does it ever end?

It does.

Remember Job?

He lost everything to the point that his wife begged him to curse God.

Noah?

His entire view was a swamp. As in all of Earth.

But one day the dove was able to land.

[tweetthis]And Job received in the end more than he ever had in the first place.[/tweetthis]

On those days where nothing goes right, all hope seems lost, remember it has purpose. It’s a growing season.

And soon, like my yard, you’ll be in bloom.

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