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  • Self-help manuals might get you through a bad #mood or a tough patch. But what about an abusive childhood, a debilitating accident, years of chronic pain, a long period of lost wages or public ridicule? Does God have a message for the dark nights that penetrate your soul? He does. The promise begins with this phrase: “Weeping may last through the night.” Of course, you know this pain. But you need to also know this: “joy comes with the morning” (Psalm 30:5 NLT). Do you ever wonder if a morning will bring this night to an end? Mary Magdalene certainly did. She had been consumed with troubles. Then, Jesus stepped into her world and restored #light to her life. Wherever Jesus went, Mary Magdalene followed. She heard Him teach. She saw Him perform miracles. She helped pay expenses. She was always near Christ. On that Friday, Mary watched Jesus die. On Saturday, she observed a sad Sabbath. When #Sunday came, she went to the tomb to finish the work she had begun on Friday. She knew nothing of the empty tomb. She came with no other motive than to wash the remaining blood from His #beard and say goodbye. It was the darkest of mornings. But when she arrived at the tomb, she “saw that the stone had been taken away” (John 20:1 NKJV). Assuming grave robbers had taken the body, she hurried to find Peter and John. They took a look and hurried to tell the others. “But Mary stood outside by the tomb weeping” (verse 11 NKJV). Could her world get any darker or more hopeless? It was then two angels met her, and Mary mistook them for men. It was still #dark outside . . . and even darker in the tomb. Her eyes were tear-filled. She had no reason to think angels would be meeting her this day. But in the midst of Mary’s darkest moment, the Son came out. She didn’t recognize her Lord, so Jesus called her by name. Maybe it was the way He said it. The inflection. The Galilean accent. Maybe it was the #memory associated with it . . . the moment she first heard someone say her name unladen with perversion or an agenda. “Mary.” Her world went from a dead Jesus to a living one. Weeping may last through the night, but #joy . . . Joy comes today because Jesus comes alive. Self-help manuals might get you through a bad #mood or a tough patch. But what about an abusive childhood, a debilitating accident, years of chronic pain, a long period of lost wages or public ridicule? Does God have a message for the dark nights that penetrate your soul? He does. The promise begins with this phrase: “Weeping may last through the night.” Of course, you know this pain. But you need to also know this: “joy comes with the morning” (Psalm 30:5 NLT). Do you ever wonder if a morning will bring this night to an end? Mary Magdalene certainly did. She had been consumed with troubles. Then, Jesus stepped into her world and restored #light to her life. Wherever Jesus went, Mary Magdalene followed. She heard Him teach. She saw Him perform miracles. She helped pay expenses. She was always near Christ. On that Friday, Mary watched Jesus die. On Saturday, she observed a sad Sabbath. When #sunday came, she went to the tomb to finish the work she had begun on Friday. She knew nothing of the empty tomb. She came with no other motive than to wash the remaining blood from His #beard and say goodbye. It was the darkest of mornings. But when she arrived at the tomb, she “saw that the stone had been taken away” (John 20:1 NKJV). Assuming grave robbers had taken the body, she hurried to find Peter and John. They took a look and hurried to tell the others. “But Mary stood outside by the tomb weeping” (verse 11 NKJV). Could her world get any darker or more hopeless? It was then two angels met her, and Mary mistook them for men. It was still #dark outside . . . and even darker in the tomb. Her eyes were tear-filled. She had no reason to think angels would be meeting her this day. But in the midst of Mary’s darkest moment, the Son came out. She didn’t recognize her Lord, so Jesus called her by name. Maybe it was the way He said it. The inflection. The Galilean accent. Maybe it was the #memory associated with it . . . the moment she first heard someone say her name unladen with perversion or an agenda. “Mary.” Her world went from a dead Jesus to a living one. Weeping may last through the night, but #joy . . . Joy comes today because Jesus comes alive.
  • Self-help manuals might get you through a bad #mood or a tough patch. But what about an abusive childhood, a debilitating accident, years of chronic pain, a long period of lost wages or public ridicule? Does God have a message for the dark nights that penetrate your soul? He does. The promise begins with this phrase: “Weeping may last through the night.” Of course, you know this pain. But you need to also know this: “joy comes with the morning” (Psalm 30:5 NLT). Do you ever wonder if a morning will bring this night to an end? Mary Magdalene certainly did. She had been consumed with troubles. Then, Jesus stepped into her world and restored #light to her life. Wherever Jesus went, Mary Magdalene followed. She heard Him teach. She saw Him perform miracles. She helped pay expenses. She was always near Christ. On that Friday, Mary watched Jesus die. On Saturday, she observed a sad Sabbath. When #sunday came, she went to the tomb to finish the work she had begun on Friday. She knew nothing of the empty tomb. She came with no other motive than to wash the remaining blood from His #beard and say goodbye. It was the darkest of mornings. But when she arrived at the tomb, she “saw that the stone had been taken away” (John 20:1 NKJV). Assuming grave robbers had taken the body, she hurried to find Peter and John. They took a look and hurried to tell the others. “But Mary stood outside by the tomb weeping” (verse 11 NKJV). Could her world get any darker or more hopeless? It was then two angels met her, and Mary mistook them for men. It was still #dark outside . . . and even darker in the tomb. Her eyes were tear-filled. She had no reason to think angels would be meeting her this day. But in the midst of Mary’s darkest moment, the Son came out. She didn’t recognize her Lord, so Jesus called her by name. Maybe it was the way He said it. The inflection. The Galilean accent. Maybe it was the #memory associated with it . . . the moment she first heard someone say her name unladen with perversion or an agenda. “Mary.” Her world went from a dead Jesus to a living one. Weeping may last through the night, but #joy . . . Joy comes today because Jesus comes alive.
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  • #NEW "Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет..." Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Воспоминания…  Один лишь день… Ты думаешь, не знала твой секрет? Но он со мной и в этот час, как тень. Как тень воды, с которой мы сравнились, Как тень прошедших слов, несказанных тогда. Один лишь день… Мы изменились И в тот момент, и сквозь года. Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Я помню, ты стоял ТАМ долго-долго. Прости, что через много-много лет, Не написала о тебе ни слова. Ведь должен быть ответ на то «прощай», Что прозвучало, потому как «нужно» - «Так было нужно»!.. Допиваю чай, А в голове то, что давно ненужно, Неважно, но и, всё же, не забыто. Лишь потому, что память – «наше всё». И мне приятно – от меня не скрыто, Что был тот день, и что не сожжено В воспоминаниях былое. Будто бы вчера С тобой прощались. Рифмой, тот портрет Я возвращаю, как и все слова; Но память – нет; она - и жизнь, и свет. © Copyright: 2019 Ева #poem #poet #write #стихотворение #стихи #моистихи #своистихи #лирика #поэзия #пишу #любовнаялирика #love #memory #воспоминания #память #строки #рифма #портрет #only #one #тень #прошлое #слова #new "Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет..." Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Воспоминания…  Один лишь день… Ты думаешь, не знала твой секрет? Но он со мной и в этот час, как тень. Как тень воды, с которой мы сравнились, Как тень прошедших слов, несказанных тогда. Один лишь день… Мы изменились И в тот момент, и сквозь года. Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Я помню, ты стоял ТАМ долго-долго. Прости, что через много-много лет, Не написала о тебе ни слова. Ведь должен быть ответ на то «прощай», Что прозвучало, потому как «нужно» - «Так было нужно»!.. Допиваю чай, А в голове то, что давно ненужно, Неважно, но и, всё же, не забыто. Лишь потому, что память – «наше всё». И мне приятно – от меня не скрыто, Что был тот день, и что не сожжено В воспоминаниях былое. Будто бы вчера С тобой прощались. Рифмой, тот портрет Я возвращаю, как и все слова; Но память – нет; она - и жизнь, и свет. © Copyright: 2019 Ева #poem #poet #write #стихотворение #стихи #моистихи #своистихи #лирика #поэзия #пишу #любовнаялирика #love #memory #воспоминания #память #строки #рифма #портрет #only #one #тень #прошлое #слова
  • #new "Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет..." Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Воспоминания…  Один лишь день… Ты думаешь, не знала твой секрет? Но он со мной и в этот час, как тень. Как тень воды, с которой мы сравнились, Как тень прошедших слов, несказанных тогда. Один лишь день… Мы изменились И в тот момент, и сквозь года. Прости, что не остался у тебя портрет… Я помню, ты стоял ТАМ долго-долго. Прости, что через много-много лет, Не написала о тебе ни слова. Ведь должен быть ответ на то «прощай», Что прозвучало, потому как «нужно» - «Так было нужно»!.. Допиваю чай, А в голове то, что давно ненужно, Неважно, но и, всё же, не забыто. Лишь потому, что память – «наше всё». И мне приятно – от меня не скрыто, Что был тот день, и что не сожжено В воспоминаниях былое. Будто бы вчера С тобой прощались. Рифмой, тот портрет Я возвращаю, как и все слова; Но память – нет; она - и жизнь, и свет. © Copyright: 2019 Ева #poem #poet #write #стихотворение #стихи #моистихи #своистихи #лирика #поэзия #пишу #любовнаялирика #love #memory #воспоминания #память #строки #рифма #портрет #only #one #тень #прошлое #слова
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