The Christian life as any long-suffering lover of GOD knows is sometimes an enduring pace, tunneling through the base of a monstrous heap of rock and earth above us. We can't climb it, so we have to channel our way through it. The cave we enter is frightening, lonely and with many intimidating noises and steep cliffs along the way that could relinquish us into an even more dire station in life.
While going through a difficult time in 2004, a stranger sent this passage to me. Well, it’s 2020, and the winter is over, I’m still waiting for the flowers to appear, though, and I haven’t heard the cooing of doves, yet. The Bible says that they are there, so, I am going to have to assume they are, no matter how I “feel.”