blue, blue grey, blue

A little heavy of heart these days. Is it the weather? I think not. Is it the realization that life is ephemeral? I think not, although that is challenging. Is it some other foolish thing that really doesn't matter in the face of eternity? I think it may be.

Silly, foolish me.

The joy of His salvation is my strength. It's time to look at eternity once again, time to let go one more time. This place is not my real home. The troubles of this world are not worthy of my concern. How sad to be troubled by nonsense, to let such trivial things steal what is mine in Him.

Oh, the sweet, sweet love of Jesus. Oh, the deep, deep joy of knowing that eternity will be spent in His presence.

Let me lift my eyes. Let me take good counsel.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.