Context: I prepared this blog yesterday at London City Airport, whilst waiting for my flight home, and with a migraine. These hospital trips are well beyond my physical and mental coping ability now, so I’m deeply hoping I won’t have to go again. On the plus side, I’ve met with nothing but friendliness and kindness, and seen how amazingly different people’s lives are in London, compared to my quiet island life.
Anyway, I dipped into my storehouse for this short poem, which arrived a few days ago:
I am leaving you with a gift – peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid (John 14:27; NLT).
Peace in sickness,
And in pain.
Peace in sorrow,
And in loss.
Peace in anguish,
And in fear.
Peace in dying:
You are here.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me (Psalm 23:4; KJV).
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He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm (Mark 4:39; KJV).
Be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age (Matthew 28:20; NLT).
Christ is all that matters, and he lives in all of us (Colossians 3:11; NLT).
Ruth, you’re hanging in there, sometimes the Lord says to, we don’t know the future, but He has great, bright plans for you 😊
Goodness! I will treasure your words. My God bless you every day XXXX
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