As I become an empty nester, there are different emotions. An emptiness, a sadness and sense of ending. But there is also hope, a release, a looking forward. Yes, this is my Chickie....as graffiti...
My pot of purple coneflowers bloomed incessantly and profusely all summer. Yesterday I glanced at the pot and saw this:
Not much to look at today....but there is a promise of hope. Black-eyed Susans. Lots of them just starting out. At the end of August?!
Mister gave this hibiscus to me for Mother's Day a year ago. It barely survived the winter indoors, as Someone was using it for a climbing tree. It looked pathetic but kept blooming. This summer I trimmed most of the growth off, and it is now a much taller "tree", thriving at the new height it's reached which is hopefully higher than a young kitten will climb this winter. New life. Hope.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone:
my HOPE comes from Him.
He alone is my Rock and my salvation;
He is my Fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
He is my mighty Rock, my Refuge.
Trust in Him at all times, O people'
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our Refuge.
In the 40-some years that I have been a Christian I have seen His faithfulness again and again, even when I am not faithful. He is always present, even when I do not sense Him. He knows every detail of every situation and has it under control, and can be trusted with all of it.
I can trust Chickie to Him. After all, she is His, not mine.
Have a Hope-filled Sunday!
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