One Day.

I do not know much of life.
I have tasted a sliver of pain and grains of sorrow and joy have planted in my fertile ground.
I am learning as I go. I like life and how it moves but sometimes I dislike it very much.
I heard someone say our hardest trials are not behind us, but before us. I tremble because I remember my own failings from yesterday. Neither the cowardly nor those who turn back after putting their hand to the plow will inherit the Kingdom of God. I must not leave, I have nowhere else to go; so with my shortcomings I fly to Jesus and remember He is unafraid, but keeps rest and peace for his people. I always want to win. I always want to be first. I always want right to come out right. But Earth is not where this happens. We do not always win. Right doesn't always come out right. And I will not always be first. One day...all will be set right. In heaven.
Fulfillment is there, where we lay our burdens down. Character is here, where we learn to pick up our cross and follow Him.
He gives us the Holy Ghost who comforts, intercedes and gives us power! This is such a heavenly gift; so grateful this timid girl is!
Jesus loves me this I know...and all else falls into place. Our reward is in heaven, one day we shall see Him face to face! One day!
"God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." Rev. 21:4
Let us fight! Let us labor in obscurity, let us win souls!



THE NARROW WAY. by Charlotte Bronte

Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.

It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
Must all his powers employ.

Bright hopes and pure delight
Upon his course may beam,
And there, amid the sternest heights,
The sweetest flowerets gleam.

On all her breezes borne,
Earth yields no scents like those;
But he that dares not gasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.

Arm - arm thee for the fight!
Cast useless loads away;
Watch through the darkest hours of night;
Toil through the hottest day.

Crush pride into the dust,
Or thou must needs be slack;
And trample down rebellious lust,
Or it will hold thee back.

Seek not thy honour here;
Waive pleasure and renown;
The world's dread scoff undaunted bear,
And face its deadliest frown.

To labour and to love,
To pardon and endure,
To lift thy heart to God above,
And keep thy conscience pure;

Be this thy constant aim,
Thy hope, thy chief delight;
What matter who should whisper blame
Or who should scorn or slight?

What matter, if thy God approve,
And if, within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of His love,
The earnest of His rest?

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