Give them all, give them all
Give them all to Jesus
-One last big essay (and the attendant tedious transcribing)
-Exams which are very near (and not yet studied for)
-Parental care manifested in the form of mild spoken dispproval
I am pressed, but not crushed. Persecuted, not abandoned. God holds me in His loving hands, and he is always there for me. What more can I ask for? In the midst of my trials I still call myself blessed.
One day, I will look back at this period of time and thank God for it. I will have forgotten the pain (like most human minds do) because it is so transitory. I will remember the joy. Because it is mine to remember, because "the joy of the Lord is my strength". And I will remember it from everlasting to everlasting, when I finally behold the beloved face of my Lord. Oh, what a day to look forward to! *bliss*
And there shall be no more tears. :)
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