Thinking of an old song this morning. The ending of carrying our heavy load. The New Beginning of a way we cannot even begin to imagine. Loads are left behind, and a new spring in our step is experienced.
Someday… Soon.
Soon this life will all be over
And our pilgrimage will end,
Soon we’ll take our heav’nly journey,
Be at home again with friends;
Heaven’s gates are standing open,
Waiting for our entrance there,
Some sweet day we’re going over,
All the beauties there to share.
Just a little while to stay here,
Just a little while to wait;
Just a little while to labor
In the path that’s always straight;
Just a little more of troubles
In this low and sinful state,
Then we’ll enter heaven’s portals,
Sweeping thro’ the pearly gates.
Soon we’ll see the light of morning,
Then the new day will begin,
Soon we’ll hear the Father calling,
“Come, my children enter in;”
Then we’ll hear a choir of angels,
Singing out the vict’ry song,
All our troubles will be ended
And we’ll live with heaven’s throng. [Refrain]
Soon we’ll meet again our loved ones
And we’ll take them by the hand,
Soon we’ll press them to our bosom
Over in the promised land;
Then we’ll be at home forever,
Thro’out all eternity,
What a blessed, blessed morning
That eternal morn will be! [Refrain]
If we are ever going to move from here, to there, then I know I must shoulder the load life has dealt me, and move forward. It’s not an easy path, at least from what I’ve experienced, but it is do-able! Since this world is not my home, then I will treat life as if it’s a pilgrimage. Just passing through.
Some Stress About Everything
I refuse to be overwhelmed by the challenges of life. As with David, I want to have a larger view of possibilities, and a grander view of the future.
“From the ends of the earth, I call to you when I begin to lose heart.
Lead me to the rock that is high above me.
You have been my refuge, a tower of strength against the enemy.
I would like to be a guest in your tent forever
and to take refuge under the protection of your wings. Selah”
Psalms 61:2-4 (GW)
When I start to feel overwhelmed, I simply find refuge in the strength of my life. How about you? Where do you find your strength?
When I start to feel overwhelmed, I simply find refuge in the strength of my life. How about you? Where do you find your strength? Share on X