While studying this morning, I began thinking about this season.  It is often said that “Love is in the air”.  This is so much more than a personal Love, but a heart-felt love for everyone and everything.   New growth is everywhere as well as evidenced by nature.  It is a mental state and certainly does not have to be limited by the month of April but can be felt everyday when we awake to how important our thoughts are.

Psalm 16:11 reads “You will show me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”  This does not say that this time of year is necessary to feel this joy!



The Potter and The Clay

Isaiah 64:8 reads, “Yet, O Lord, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”  This verse tends to take the personal responsibility off me as I pray with it.  The battle is always God’s and our only responsibility is to Love one another.  When we cease to condemn, complain and judge, once again, we progress.  That also includes condemning ourselves as well as others.  God is working His purpose out and we may just not be able to see the whole picture at times.  In time, He will reveal it to us.

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The Tares and The Wheat

This morning I have been studying the above parable in Matthew 13: 24-30.  One of the first things it has brought to mind is a lesson in my art class on negative and positive space.  Both are needed for clarity.  The negative space is that space which surrounds the item or items that I am painting or drawing.  It is neither Good nor evil but to me represents the unreal while the actual painting is the real.

Matthew 13:30 states, “Allow both to grow together until the harvest; and in the time of the harvest I will say to the reapers,  ‘First gather up the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them up; but gather the wheat into my barn.'”

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Understanding Others

Whenever one appears rude toward me, either real or imagined, usually, a verse from a Hymn comes to mind and settles my thought as I ponder the words.

Speak gently to the erring ones,

They must have toiled in vain;

Perchance unkindness made them so;

O win them back again.

As I pray along these lines, I realize whatever happened was never personal.

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