The Mystery Of The Black Feather…
Good morning beautiful people, good morning. Last Saturday, I went to my parents’ graveside. I don’t go often, but a friend recently said they felt for three weeks now that I should go visit where my parents are buried. It’s two hours north and I made my way to put some flowers on their plot and see why that individual felt I needed to go.
I have nothing but love, peace and acceptance from the womb I was conceived in. My mom had lost two children, one at birth and one at a young age. I saw the small stone in remembrance of their lives. Everything seemed as it should be, and I pulled some grass around the stone before leaving. There was a black feather that drew for my attention. Not really sure the significance, but one time I found a gem on their plot as well.
Life is precious. God gives us the grace for every day, every season of our lives. We must commit every day to him and follow the path he lies out before us.
I stopped at a craft fair and spoke with some beautiful people and made a few purchases. The wooden heart with XO made of wood is a delight and the homemade fudge sure took care of the sweet tooth. Life is good, God is good and someday we will know the bigger picture. Today we only know in part.
Let’s Pray:
Father, thank you that every life is wanted and there is a plan and purpose for each and every one.
Father, even in loss we know that to be absent from the body is to be present with you. (2 Corinthians 5:8) Even when we don’t understand, we know you are good, and you will work it all out. Sometimes life seems like a mystery, but we are thankful to walk with the one that created it all.
Father, may life be enjoyed today, because it is a precious gift from your hand. Amen.
Have a blessed day God’s most beautiful people. You are precious in the sight of your creator.
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13
He reveals mysteries from the darkness and brings the deep darkness into light. Job 12: 22
