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Will Life Ever Be Simple Again?

The pressures, tensions, and stresses of life are taking a toll on all of us.  Although we do all that we can to seek to move beyond the impact of tragedy in the news, conflicts in the homes, hostility at work, and fear in public places, none of us lives fully distanced from the fray.  Each of us has devised coping mechanisms but not all of those are healthy.  And, some pretend that they feel nothing, but their physical condition shouts a different message.

Fighting the good fight of faith is not new.  Standing up for Godliness is the calling of God to all of His people and has been throughout history.  He has a purpose for us even when we feel like we are constantly bombarded on every side.  Here is one passage that is good to remember that we will be victorious because God is at work in us for our good.  Romans 5:3-5  – More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

This poem contains great truth in its verses…..

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.—Anonymous