Brushed by Contentment

Too much of this world fills our western eyes. It is one or the other - this world doesn't fit with us or we don't fit with it.
Too much of this world fills our western eyes. It is one or the other - this world doesn't fit with us or we don't fit with it.
If your head hangs low and your back is stooped. . . If your heart is empty but your eyes are full. . .
Resentment swings as a dull grey pall above relationships. Anger then turns this grey to black. Resentment promises an unspoken vengeance.
All creatures great and small await their appointed seasons and times. These are of Heaven and cannot be contained, changed or controlled.
That which controls a man owns him. A man's appetites are his rudder. His desires steer and then trap him.
Wealth sits in God's unlocked vault. We all will live very, very well, a rich life when each day is sandwiched between these two verses: . . .
Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore he will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice.
The very nature of promise must first mean a waiting room, that period of eager hope. God promised a man of great age he would become a father.
The Lord is not slow as He measures His promises. Most men measure differently.
Do Christians hold a twisted trust? Our habits mimic Babylon while paradoxically our face is set to Jerusalem. BUT - the world's trust is even more tortured.