#GoodFriday

Today I'm thankful for sunshine. Seems the flowers agree as they're slowly reaching up for it... 


I love this time of year.  It's my faithful reminder of God's love and power.  Of mercies new every day and that even amidst the ugly, beauty can be found. 

"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28 ESV

"And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,  yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?  Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’  For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.  But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.    “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
Matthew 6:28‭-‬34 ESV

Yes, the whole world has been brought to its knees by the tiniest microbes, by Covid19. Yes, we live in a strange time of 'social' distancing.  Yes, you could catch it, you could get sick. But despite all these things we dont need to be worried or afraid. God has the whole world in His Hands, and He promises the seasons will continue, life continues.  He will give you all that you need and when times get tough remember that He is carrying you. Your strength is in Him and He will turn all things to the good of those who love Him. So plan, prepare, take precautions but trust that ultimately God is in control. 
Mel of The NorMel House
High risk, staying home, taking precautions against catching this world disrupting virus, but trusting that on this Good Friday day I am saved. I will rise because He rose.

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