I was able to walk this morning all over the place since nothing was happening in the city. Tony came and met us for lunch so having Christmas day alone with him as special. It has now been 27 years since we have been with all of our adopted children for Christmas.
I read one of Jill Briscoe’s books as she is one of my most favorite Christian authors.
Tuesday Dottie will be having outpatient surgery on both of her feet so keep her in your prayers.
Yesterday I told you that on my tombstone I want something on each side. One was “The Best Is Yet To Come”. I have had an email or two asking hat did I mean.
When my mother served us Sunday meals she would tell us to save our forks because the best was yet to come. Pie, cake or ice cream completed the meal perfectly. As Christians when we die the best is truly the best to come.
What is genuine faith? First, it believes in the goodness of God. (Lamentations 3:25 “The Lord is good to those who hope in Him”. Not everything that happens to us is good but God remains good.
Secondly, faith does not bawl and squall. Complaining will not change anything that is happening to us. I hate myself when I whine. I Corinthians 10:10 “Do not grumble as some of the Israelites did and were destroyed”.
Thirdly, faith perseveres in joy and happiness. I remember at the death of our first child a friend placed his arm on my shoulder and quoted Psalms 30:5 “Weeping may remain for a night but joy comes in the morning”. We cannot allow the circumstances of life get the best of us.