Early morning garden … new beauty unfolding … promises of new life abundant in the morning’s coolness.
He encourages me with this hope.
We ache at the thought of His redemptive pain.
He suffered to make us clean.
He did this for us.
We wait for tomorrow’s promised return.
He WILL rise from this darkness.
Oh, yes He will.
And His light will stay with us forever.
He encourages me with HIS hope.
This is not any old Saturday, my friends.
Stand in awe.
Watch with hope.
And be encouraged.
Sunday is coming.
Thanks for growing with me. ❤
“Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name.” (Luke 24:46-47)
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