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...