My friend, may I ask you a question? Sometimes the paths we walk are different, even far apart from those we love. Perhaps it's not a fact that we and they are always on the same path that matters? Perhaps what matters is where our paths lead?
My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.
When Holly and I stood at the altar over three decades ago I can still remember Pastor Mueller repeating the Scripture: "and the two shall be one flesh." What a feeling of oneness that left me with at the time as my sweaty hand held her calm fingers in mine. Since that moment I don't think I have ever felt closer to my wife. Now, fast-forward over thirty years. Is that feeling the same? Yes and no. As I lay down beside her at night and say "Good night," the oneness is still there. Sit us down together to do a budget and, well, sometimes combining a man's vertical with a woman's lateral thinking and oneness is a reach. Holly often thinks differently than I do. Her math isn't always my math. A perfectly clear thought to her might not be for me.
Sometimes the paths we walk are different, even far apart from those we love. Perhaps it's not the fact that we are always on the same path that matters. Perhaps what matters is where our paths lead.
Here's a story from Bob Perks: "Men are always in a hurry!" grandma would say as Papa walked quickly ahead of her. "I'm not worried, though. There's no hurry in my life. Poppa will wait for me," she would say assuredly. And so he did. She would always find him around the corner sitting on a bench. When the two of them walked down the street you would see him far ahead and she, just taking her time. A stranger might think he didn't love her. In fact he adored her and never wanted to be without her. That is unless they were walking. If you watched him, he would stop every few steps, then turn to make sure she was there. Once a neighbor sitting on a nearby porch yelled, "Will he ever slow down? "Old grandma replied, "Only if he breaks a leg!" But it would be on that day that grandma would finally catch up with him. As they were headed for home that early morn in spring, grandpa suffered a heart attack and died. Grandma held her head high throughout the funeral. As each person approached her to pay their respects, grandma simply told them, "Oh, don't worry Poppa will wait for me!" He did. Two months later she caught up with him for eternity. (Bob Perks)
When God created the first man and woman, Adam and Eve, he designed them to be both different and the same. He caused Eve to be made from Adam. That would be the same. He gave Eve the ability to bear children. Not so for Adam. God forms and equips men and woman for all kinds of tasks. But all of these tasks lead to the same end–honoring the God that made them. It’s ok to walk a different path than your spouse as long as your path and theirs ends up in the same place. Honor each other's differences while striving for that one sameness that truly unites–your love for the God that made you different. In the end it will work out. In the end her math or yours won't really matter that much at all.
We pray. Gracious Father, we come before you today, as the sun rises may our hopes rise up in you. As nature sings before us today, may your love flow out of us. We wait on you and know that this day we are closer to you than the day before. What comfort! May your joy shine through us and we drink in these moments of peace. May we carry this hope with us today that it may touch by your grace everyone we meet. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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