Job 14:7-9 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Sometimes our season feels dry but no season lasts forever. I was talking with a friend who had a heavy load. The economy, family issues, sickness, stress, insults and on and on... the list of things to despair over is too long. But,
'at the scent of water'.. the lightest touch of hope, we can bud again. One of the most poetic scriptures. Never lose hope. Breathe. Choose life.
I love that is says of Abraham, that contrary to hope in hope believed. Don't we all want that kind of faith. We cannot lose heart as our children are watching which way we will turn in these times. Fix your eyes on the promises... not just buds but boughs.
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