|Real pic from Monday's morning run.|
I think my fears involve the fact that sometimes God's "good" is different than what I might define as good. Sometimes His good feels really bad for a time.
|The view from where I sit at church on Sunday mornings.|
I couldn't get the picture to do the actual scene justice.
For when God made the promise to Abraham, since He could swear by no one greater, He swore by Himself, saying "I will surely bless you and I will surely multiply you"... In the same way God, desiring even more to show to the heirs of the promise the unchangeableness of His purpose, interposed with an oath so... we who have taken refuge would have strong encouragement to take hold of the hope set before us. This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us...
Hebrews 6: 13-20
|Totally unedited! I had to stop running and capture these bright leaves|
as well as the view of the path above. My running app even lets me store photos
along with the statistics from each run.
Who has gone before us in all things.
Sure and steadfast.
Promises of God unable to be broken.
Take refuge in this.
Our soul is anchored in this.
I need not mistrust the "good." I need not fear the "bad" that the "good" is sometimes accomplished through. His promise to me will not ever change. In this I can take refuge.
So, I guess I'll have to let you know what happens tomorrow. There will be a "blood moon" I hear. Ugh. I may be struggling with anger at the prophecy giver, because of the anxiety he's produced however unintentional he may have been.
But Monday morning was still good. The quiet time was interrupted by the desperate need for a haircut by Cooper who had big plans for a hike and lunch with friends and a senior photo shoot later in the day. So there was prayer, Bible, hot tea, and a homemade (yikes!) haircut before leaving the house for my run and Robert's Planet Fitness workout around 7:30am. (His back is getting better! If you prayed, thank you.)
|Kayla planted a tree on Monday, too! It was our favor from a wedding over the weekend.|
Perfect timing to replace the one we said goodbye to last week.
My first guess was Romans 3. Not quite. Then John 15. Nope. I should have known to stick with Romans.
The answer was Romans 8. Robert was in complete agreement, and I suppose I am too.
I could not control my laughter, though, as Robert began to impersonate Mr. Piper and his Romans 8 endorsement all the way home. Complete with hand gestures (as much as possible while driving) and booming voice intonations. If you're wanting a John Piper at your next worship service, and the real pastor in unavailable, my husband is your man. So funny. And laughter is such a good gift on a Monday morning or anytime really.
Somewhere in the middle of the day, I sat down to check email and Facebook and this was one of the first things to pop up on my news feed. More hope. He wanted me to really believe it, I guess. He has this way of gracefully reinforcing the pertinent and necessary truths.
Later, we picked up Ify and headed to Northampton for photos downtown and photos at Smith College. The weather was perfect yesterday, as I'm sure you could already tell. And speaking of perfect...just take a look at this young man and these photos. I couldn't be more pleased, and these are only a few teasers from the hundreds of photos taken yesterday.
And modeling for American Eagle is not one of them. At least not that we know of.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I know a lot of things I hope it will not bring, but I know that the unchangeable God who says "yes" to every promise in Jesus is the only safe refuge every day of the week.