“We will not say God get me out of this but God get glory out of this!”
– Pastor William Carrol
March 14, 2021
I found much comfort today as l sit here listening once again to these words, these timeless words, that penetrate deep into my soul and cause me to look upward, inward, outward and forward.
August 10, 2021
I have found myself struggling since last week’s entry and as I sit here 5 months later and listen to this message again, I find myself having to pause it every few minutes to just allow for the truth of these words to penetrate my grieving heart. Upon reflection of Ecclesiastes 3 in which I take great comfort. I think the best way to sum up this post is with a poem by Robert Frost.
Reluctance Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended I have come by the highway home And lo, it is ended The leaves are all dead on the ground Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow When others are sleeping And the dead leaves lie huddled and still No longer blown hither and thither The last lone aster is gone The flowers of the witch-hazel wither The heart is still aching to seek But the feet question "Whither" Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things To yield with a grace to reason And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?