God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering.
Gen 41:52
A poet stands by the window watching a summer
shower. It is a fierce downpour, beating and pounding
the earth. But the poet, in his mind's eye, sees more
than a rain shower falling. He sees, a myriad of lovely
flowers raining down, soon breaking forth from the
freshly watered earth, and filling it with their match-
less beauty and fragrance.
No, it is not raining afflictions on you. It is raining
tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a
thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed
Holy Spirit. And they are bringing to your life
spiritual enrichment that all the prosperity and ease
of this world could never produce in your innermost
being. JMM
Reader, are times tough? God is working in you all
that you cannot attain by your own efforts. The
beautiful fruits of the Spirit.
Gen 41:52
A poet stands by the window watching a summer
shower. It is a fierce downpour, beating and pounding
the earth. But the poet, in his mind's eye, sees more
than a rain shower falling. He sees, a myriad of lovely
flowers raining down, soon breaking forth from the
freshly watered earth, and filling it with their match-
less beauty and fragrance.
No, it is not raining afflictions on you. It is raining
tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a
thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed
Holy Spirit. And they are bringing to your life
spiritual enrichment that all the prosperity and ease
of this world could never produce in your innermost
being. JMM
Reader, are times tough? God is working in you all
that you cannot attain by your own efforts. The
beautiful fruits of the Spirit.
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