EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT

 

EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT

There are two things I keep on the wall behind my bed to remind me that, no matter what I am going through, Jesus is in it with me, and will make it come out well. 

            The brown wooden plaque with the famous praying hands in relief was a wedding present from the minister who conducted the marriage ceremony of my husband Rien and me so long ago.  I am reminded daily to bring my deepest concerns to Him in prayer, and to pray for others.

            The painting, possibly a copy of a more famous painting, possibly not famous at all, gives me peace every time I enter my room.  There is a thatched cottage, a stream with a little bridge with a person standing on it, gardens and beautiful spring apple trees and other trees in bloom - all pink and green with blue skies above.  I am transported to the verses in Psalm 23 which say that he makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters; He restoreth my soul.

Thank You Lord for your promises, and your peace!

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