Remember, even “In the Valley…”

Each one of us uniquely painted by our Creator’s hands,
Our lives are a beautiful canvas.

Our sufferings painted in bright colors launched by chaos,
Caught by the Prince of Peace, He wields them mercifully.

Each streak of pink our Saviour’s blood, each streak of white our cleansing,
Each streak of gold, His crown–His inheritance is our blessing.

Bloom boldly, see the little things, the blessings in every day.
Life is a gift, no matter what, for it is richly filled.

Though some paint tears fall in tragedy, look to our end, a new beginning:
Love surrounds, endless joy, hopes fulfilled, fears and confusions banished.
By far more beautiful!

“Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He Who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of His great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.” Isaiah 40:26 NIV

“Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will He clothe you, O ye of little faith?” Luke 12:27-28 KJV

Always much love to you, Nona