Today many people awake to a jobless future. Layoffs at my husband's place of employment leave many in fear and dread of the future. Single moms. Dads whose whole family depends on their salary. It didn't happen to us. But what if it did? Would I still trust? Would I still be bold in proclaiming his provision?
Days pass by. They are eked out of God's calendar, falling like splashing droplets of a baptismal fount. Where is the meaning in a day spent in solitude? What is the purpose of my life? Of any life? I'm meant to declare his glory....along with the heavens and the firmament.
Maybe that is purpose enough. Our day has value....not if it is painless....not if it deposits money into our account...not if we scrub and clean and polish....Not if we teach, instruct and shape....not if we create and paint and sculpt.....Not if we work, provide and toil....
...But only if we praise and add to the concert of stars.Click here to hear the stars sing