Don’t let the sound of the pouring rain
make you forget all that He has washed away.
By the blood of His only Son,
the stain of sin is gone — your debt paid in full.
Worry is heavy, my friend,
and pride is a towering stumbling stone.
We play the leading role in our anxiety,
wishing for this or wishing away that.
Hope often becomes a beggar’s plea
rather than a prayer surrendered to His will.
Time is but a blink in perpetuity,
and if we are not eternally focused, a lifetime feels far too short.
We fail to see the fullness of a day
birthed by the sun and put to rest by the moon;
a partnership created long before our first breath.
We are meant for relationship, you and me,
but connection often crumbles between exhaustion and expectation.
Yet grace still whispers even in our doubts,
calling us back from the noise of thrashing thought.
Forgiveness is a door we too often leave closed,
both to others and to the mercy we ourselves need.
May gratitude rise like morning mist,
softening the prickling edges of uncertainty.
For in every breath, He offers new beginnings,
a fresh page inked in the blood of Christ.
The same hands that calmed the stormy sea
still hold every fragment of our broken days and fretful nights.
So lay down the weight you were never meant to carry, my friend,
and walk in peace in the shadow of His wings.
For joy is not found in shifting circumstances,
but in the steady, mighty presence of Christ Jesus.
May your praise rise like a song,
Beyond the roof, past the thunderclouds, and into the Heavens.
Turn your heart toward eternity once more —
where time itself bows before God.
This column was initially published by CherryRoad Media. For more inspirational articles, follow ©Tiffany Kaye Chartier.
