Some Of These Days
There are so many things going on in the world, in life, and in the ministry that I feel like I'm stuck in a spin cycle. There are several of my family members suffering from illness; my Uncle Jim in Alabama who has terminal cancer, my cousin Donna with pancreatic cancer, my aunt Brenda just had a valve replaced in her heart, and my wife's parents are both stricken with health issues requiring a lot of time and attention. Everywhere I turn someone is hurting or dying. Being a pastor that is just par for the course but I can't help but feel overwhelmed at times.
I know if I feel that way that other people do as well. It is very easy to just say "well, if you believe in God then there is no reason to worry because He has it all under control." And of course in 1 Peter 5:7 we have this blessed promise: "Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." And, I do believe that, however, I still can't help but feel drained of it all. At times I feel like I'm holding a dying person up out of the water just enough for them to catch a breath, all the while I am trying my best to kick my legs to keep from letting us both drown.
As I sat here tonight looking at an old Pastor's Manual that was printed in 1934, I came across a very fitting poem which was written by Frank L. Stanton. I read it over several times and it brought some comfort to me so I thought I would share it with you.
I know if I feel that way that other people do as well. It is very easy to just say "well, if you believe in God then there is no reason to worry because He has it all under control." And of course in 1 Peter 5:7 we have this blessed promise: "Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." And, I do believe that, however, I still can't help but feel drained of it all. At times I feel like I'm holding a dying person up out of the water just enough for them to catch a breath, all the while I am trying my best to kick my legs to keep from letting us both drown.
As I sat here tonight looking at an old Pastor's Manual that was printed in 1934, I came across a very fitting poem which was written by Frank L. Stanton. I read it over several times and it brought some comfort to me so I thought I would share it with you.
SOME OF THESE DAYS
SOME of these days all the skies will be brighter;
Some of these days all the burdens be lighter :
Hearts will be happier, souls will be whiter,
Some of these days !
Some of these days in the. deserts, upspringing,
Fountains shall splash while joy-bells are ringing;
And the world
— with its sweetest of birds — shall go singing,
Some of these days!
Some of these days : let us bear with our sorrow !
Faith in the future — its light we may borrow;
There will be joy in the golden to-morrow—
Some of these days!
—-Frank L. Stanton.1901
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