Wednesday, October 19, 2011

SUNSHINE



THE SUNSHINE BREAKS THROUGH

THE DAY MAY BE DREARY
AND THE SKY OVERCAST
BUT I'M NOT CONCERNED
THAT THE CLIMATE WILL LAST

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART
AND THE WARMTH OF MY SOUL
GIVE ME COMFORT AND POWER
TO BANISH THE COLD

WHEN MY FAITH IN THE LORD
REMAINS STEADFAST AND TRUE
THEN INTO MY LIFE
THE SUNSHINE SHINES THROUGH

AND THE LIGHT OF THE LORD
ILLUMINES THE WAY
TO CHANGE GLOOM INTO JOY
AND A BRIGHT CHEERY DAY

by Dolores Karid

"Come to me, you who need instruction, and take your place in my school; how long will you be deprived of what you need, how long will your souls remain so sorely parched?"

  Isaias 51: vs. 23-24

All knowledge is God given.  Even if you have ten diplomas hanging from your trophy wall you may not be any more or better instructed than the lowest or humblest among us.  Sometimes we meet people like Tim who may seem to challenged, but can do math far better than I can.  Often what we see or perceive is not the true self of the person, but the exterior clay pot of which we were molded or from a mold that might have a few flaws.  I am one of the clay pots with lots of flaws, nicks and scratches.  I don't worry about the blemishes on the outside, but concern myself with the inner finish of the vessel.  If I ever rid myself of the tarnishes within I'd be a far better person than I presently am.  Am I going to beat myself with mental lashes?  No.  Only God is perfect.  I know that I am not.  I can only quest.  If I can eliminate a few rough spots of the inner id, than I am making an honest effort...I think.  God made us imperfect...to see what we can do or the way we chose to go with the gifts He gives us.  Which way do you chose...?  Got a few little rough spots...?

Did the wind blow your way this chilled, wet day?  the weather man states that better days are coming-like this week-end?  It's supposed to clear, dry out and the sun to come creeping out from wherever it retreated to these past few days.  Well, you know how weathermen are; they make their predictions and hope they come true. Weathermen can only cross their fingers...right?

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