As I ventured out my front door, a north wind clattered the few remaining dried leaves clinging to the trees. We too face seasons in life where we are left parched, withered, discouraged, hanging on to the hope that life will come again to nourish, restore and sustain our weary lives. Looking up at the leaves, I was again reminded that as life runs its course of seasons, each is beautiful and glorious in their own right and each serves an on-going purpose of beauty and function.
If we yield to the Master Designer and Creator, we will find a renewed source of life to thrust us into the next season. He will sustain us with His mighty right hand.
Psalm 1
1)How blessed is the man who does not walk in the council of the wicked, nor stand in the path of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers!
2)But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night.
3)And he shall be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season, and its leaf does not wither and in whatever he does he prospers.
4)The wicked are not so, but they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
5)Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgement, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
6)For the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.
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