Thoughts From a Park Bench

The quiet peacefulness is slightly overwhelming, as I sit, basking the miracles unfolded at the hands of God. The subtle breeze among the trees mixed with the underlying tones of birds and creatures alike, I've quickly become ashamed at my inability to recognize the beauty God has created in this world. From the gentle breaks in the sidewalk, to the consistant sway of the grassy fields, the wind upon my neck is a faithful recognition of why I'm alive; a fimiliar reassurance that we are marked not by our ability to understand God, but by our faithful character in which we submit to Him. We are all children glorified in His love, and, admitting or not, we will all stand face to face with our creator in the end. So we should worry not about pleasing ourselves, but rather our disposition for pleasing him. In areas of fault and failure we are given hope through the grace of His unconditional love. Our trials and tribulations will not be hindered, however, because we are followers of Christ, in fact, or rebellious nature will dwindle, but accusations against us will succum to it's fullest potential. Remember, we are given the gift to suffer as Jesus did, and we should not overlook that, for it is a blessing, not a burden, that we may share in Christ's trials. I anxiously await my face to face with Him, however that day will only come when He is ready to bring me Home. For now, I will sit on a park bench, and slowly give thanks and praise for the unique gifts I am blessed with, and never forget why I am called to do the things I do. May we all find hope in His love, and change this world day by day, hour by hour, and minute by minute.