He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.  Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

May 2, 2017 0 By MamaC
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Loss is everywhere, everyday, all around, Father, Mother, Sister, Brother. Sudden departures, unexpected, watching, waiting always hating. Looking up, asking why? When do we get to happy? As time passes, grief becomes a part of life, memories become cherished. Dependent upon prayers ascending, to bring answers to daily life, we once thought we controlled. The longer time expands the deeper our thoughts go. Why? Blind faith, simple to say, a challenge to live. Are you looking up? Do you see the answers? If not today, when will you pray?

IF you can see the answers to your prayers, even when the answer is not what you prayed for…you are able to appreciate the blessings in this life without fail.

Be a blessing today, to someone with loss. An act of kindness is always remembered. There are no magic words to say. I care, I am here and be there… if only to hold a hand, give a hug and listen.

Christianity asserts that every individual human being is going to live for ever, and this must be either true or false. Now there are a good many things which would not be worth bothering about if I were going to live only seventy years, but which I had better bother about very seriously if I am going to live for ever.
C.S. Lewis

Peace and blessings,
MamaC