Attend church and allow yourself to be ministered to. (I know that's hard for some!)
This world won't last forever, yet our scurryings and obsessions are banked on today. We're out of focus, but resting helps us right our lenses. The following poem looks beyond today's hassles; looking beyond to our heavenly home helps us lay things right in our earthly home.This world is not
conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.
It beckons and it baffles;
Philosophies don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
Sagacity must go.
To guess it puzzles scholars;
To gain it, men have shown
Contempt of generations,
And crucifixion known.
--Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
♥ ferree
Hi Ferree -
ReplyDeleteRight after my husband died, I went to church. People couldn't believe I was there. What they didn't understand was I NEEDED to be with those, who loved and cared for me.
When you're hurting, the instinct is to isolate. I found out a long time ago that's when you need both God and others the most. It's a place of comfort and healing.
Blessings,
Susan