Yesterday I was walking down the road,
and this row of trees caught my eye. ๐ฒ ๐ฒ ๐ฒ
Full.
Lush.
Healthy.
Restored.
As if they were never in bad shape at all.
But last yearโ they were almost taken out.
Last year, bagworms nearly destroyed them, spreading damage from one to the next,
to the next,
until almost the whole line had giant dead patches.
I thought they were going to have to cut these trees down.
I donโt know what they did, but it worked.
Here they are a year laterโ
a testimony to their restoration.
ใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธใฐ๏ธ
I donโt know who needs to hear this today but I know there are many in here struggling.
Life may be hard right now.
You may feel like one thing at a time is eating you away, taking your trees out.
You may feel like what was once beautiful is now a hopeless mess.
You may be considering just chopping it all down.
But hold on. There is hope.
{H- hold
O- on
P- pain
E- ends}
Joy comes in the morning.
Even if we have to go through seasons of loss and mourning.
Our Maker has a restoration plan.
Heโs already begun the process.
On the other side of Heaven we will stand tall and fully renewed,
with a glorious testimony,
of how everything that tried to destroy us
didnโt win.
He did.
In the meantime-
through the tears and the struggle-
๐ทโฏ๐ปโด๐โฏ our messes have been transformed into messages,
and ๐ทโฏ๐ปโด๐โฏ our tests have been turned into testimoniesโฆ
We can cling to ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ testimonyโ
โโฑโด๐ ๐ขโด๐น ๐โด ๐โด๐โฏ๐น ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐โด๐๐๐น, ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ โโฏ โ๐ถ๐โฏ โ๐พ๐ โด๐โฏ ๐ถ๐๐น โด๐๐๐ ๐ฎโด๐, ๐โด ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝโดโฏ๐โฏ๐ ๐ทโฏ๐๐พโฏ๐โฏ๐ ๐พ๐ โ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐โด๐ ๐ โฏ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ, ๐ท๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐โฏ โฏ๐โฏ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐โ ๐๐พ๐ปโฏ.โ
So when this world ๐ปโฏโฏ๐๐
like loss after loss after loss,
and death after death after deathโฆ
He enables us to walk by ๐ป๐ถ๐พ๐๐ฝ instead,
And rise up out of those graves of pain that seek to bury us before itโs our turn.
He breathes ๐ฝ๐พ๐ life into us.
And helps us liveโ
not just ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ life,
but our life thatโs โฏ๐โฏ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐โ. โ๏ธ
Be sure of it.
He ๐ฒโโโ help you stand tall and full again!
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