….there are no promises of tomorrow.
Waiting for the procession, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. A new life begins though some are almost gone as the sun sets over past memories. Some are good, some bad, some happy and sad, but in His midst, life goes on. We follow our heart as our spirit leads us not into temptation but to the glory of God’s everlasting love.
I hear the strings of the lyre playing and I realize that life is a little like a piano wire stretched across the mast of an old schooner ship. It relentlessly waves in the stormy seas and fights to survive when lightning strikes. Our journey is already paved though, for we are saved by the grace of God.
In our own life of twists and turns, we recollect in much the same way. We reflect on our own journey’s ups and downs as our heart pours out. Tears are shed but broken hearts mend, creating memories of years past.
So, where do we head from here? I’ll hold your hand if it will help, but God knows time is short. Therefore, live every single day like it’s your last, for you just may leave behind a legacy that would make a difference for the cause of Christ!
Point your sails toward the setting sun and enjoy the refreshing coolness that ushers in, for the moon will rise behind you, and guide us home to be with our Lord. Watching the ripples dance on the gentle swells, our hearts will shine on into eternity.
Be thankful for God’s blessings! Remember Him in all that you do and make Him #1 always. Though life is a Catch 22, let us toast to the memories we’ve made and thank our Lord for this day….for there are no promises of tomorrow. Amen.