I sit there, exhausted, worn, maybe a bit sad, a little angry. Still thinking about how our last few days has gone…kids fighting, feeling overwhelmed. And then, I look over…
And elderly man with a worn body. Hands open, ready to receive, giving thanks, praising, singing. His eyes are closed, a gentle smile on his face. A tear runs down mine.
I can only imagine what this man has seen in his lifetime. Friends and loved ones come and go. Children born and leave. Hope, grief, excitement, love, sadness. And yet, here he is…years and years into his lifetime with this frail body and his once strong hands still receiving, still praising, still singing!
The Lord has been good to him, He has been good to me in showing me this believer…showing me that all things are possible in Him.
- Keeping Open Hands (housefullofbookworms.com)