In my home state of Washington, we see several large fires blazing hundreds of acres every summer. The wind rips and stirs the fires into angry flames that consume both forest and brush. The blackened charred ground looks devastating beyond all hope. Not a sign of life remains.
But rains fall and up through charred soil come tiny green shoots, new life in response to heated trial. That is a picture of the Christian walk – when faith holds out hope, despite the bleak circumstances.
For your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever.
(Psalm 138:8 (NLT)
Life’s trials would consume me -
Were it not for hope
© J. Ellen, 2007
Rhyme Light – part inspiration, part verse

