Comfort in Times of Grief
I am the light of the world.—John 9:5 (NIV)
They will spring up like grass in a meadow, like poplar trees by flowing streams.—Isaiah 44:4 (NIV)
Life is filled with thousands of simple pleasures. Little priceless blessings that take an ordinary moment and put a halo around it. Examples abound: the glimmering sunrise, the budding trees, watching a forsythia bush progress from green buds to golden bells.
Dear Lord, today I thank You for the millions of tiny blessings You sprinkle throughout my life—the ones I experience and forget to thank You for. Thank You!
I am the light of the world.—John 9:5 (NIV)
About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.—Acts 16:25 (NIV)
Early the next morning Jacob took the stone he had placed under his head and set it up as a pillar and poured oil on top of it.—Genesis 28:18 (NIV)