From his abundance we have all received
one gracious blessing after another.
This Palm Sunday morning is a quiet one for me. My dad is sleeping peacefully in his chair, good old Southern Hymns are playing quietly on the CD player and the rest of the family has gone to church. My brother-in-law ministers two churches so this afternoon I’ll drive up to Durango with him and attend the afternoon service. I’m looking forward to visiting with Gary on the trip (maybe we’ll talk about Michele since she won’t be there to defend herself) and also attending the Durango church.
But this morning I’m having my own private service. There is still a lot of uncertainty as to what the future of this family holds, but this past week has been one blessing after another. I know and I trust God to be “an ever present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1) and he’s proved himself in this way time and time again, and yet I’m always awed by the abundance of his tender love and mercy.
God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.