Tuesday, September 28, 2010


Today I read some words, written with honesty and transparency, that gripped me.  Why?  Because I've been there all too often.  "Weep hard, wrestle hard, fall hard." Life is hard!

Regular readers of my scribblings will, no doubt, guess who penned the following thoughts.  The writer, I pray, will allow me the liberty to not mention names.  In all of our "hardness" may the God-man who endured a hard, rugged cross be the only One who gets the glory.

Here's what was written (I'm sure with tears coursing down):
"And I weep hard and I wrestle hard and I fall hard, and I rake my hands through my hair and I turn around, around, in the kitchen, barely breathing, looking for the way through."
"It's only when vines are heaviest, can there be a real harvest and this bearing of burdens can be a bearing of fruit."

Think about that for awhile...

And, while I'm quoting others, let me recount a sentence I heard in a song this morning...

I may not be quoting verbatim but this is the essence of what was being sung:

"His nail-scarred hands hold heaven's gates wide open..."

How much does Jesus want us to spend eternity with Him?  You know the answer, I'm sure.

That's my scribbling for today...


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