Just Past the Bend

The strongest among us, still fall down. With the cares of this life, and it’s problems...all around. We fight day to day, with this temple of skin. Then add in the world, and all of its sin. We fight with the devil, and with our pet peeves. The cares of this world,   challenge all that believe. I know there are moments, when it feels like... that’s it! I can’t take anymore, not one little bit. Then the devil arrives,   to tell you more junk. He says, you’ve blown it this time, your Christian ship...has sunk. Dust yourself off, there from where you lay. For though the righteous may fall, today...is a new day. You are not forgotten, nor have you been cast aside. The Lord is your refuge, and in Him...you abide. You are still loved, just remember,   fight the good fight. For as surely as The Son shines, there will be nights. The storms of this life, Will come to us all.  With plans to blow us about!

As Shadrach,  Meshach, and Abednego, awaited what would be, sure fire. They held on to the hope, of He that is Higher. Facing a furnace, of consuming flames. Their faith wavered not, in the enemy's games. They would not bow, nor worship the kings gold. For they refused to sellout, their heart and their soul. Though cast alive,  into the fire. Let GOD be true, and man be a liar. Though the fire did burn, out of control. Loss came to the enemy, not to the fold. Awaiting all,  who will not waver. In the midst of any fire, stands our Savior. And though our flames, still burn by the enemies hand. Just remember,  in the midst of the fire, stands The Son of Man.  Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king  He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is

In the eye of a storm, You find its greatest calm. But to do so,  You must first, Face its strongest winds , And fiercest rains. While you rest , In the eye of the storm, Knowing that destruction,  lay behind you. And even awaits you,  Take heart in the fact, That no matter,  How destructive the outside. In the heart...  There is always peace. In life we have few options,  In times of storms. We can run from them,  Hide from them. Or hope they change their course. But rarely do storms of life,  Change course. It is we who change our course. With the hopes that the storms will not, Come near or harm us. So when our lives,  are filled with storms. And we must endure them. Know that there is peace...  In the heart. It is we that must find it.