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Son's Love

When picking songs the worship ministry chose RENEWAL as the theme. What a great way to continue with my “White Cycle” thought from last time. No I’m not going to talk about colors again I’m going to talk about “The Rose”.


The lyrics of this 1979 song says, “Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.”

Now, I know nothing about farming or horticulture, it is so bad that that the only plants that Butch lets me have at work…are fake. All I have to do is dust them.

But I do understand the process of renewal, that rose needs the snow to be regenerated for next spring. It receives moister from the snow and then life from the sun.

Just like the rose we too need the Son’s love. The S O N Son’s love so we to can be renewed.

Isaiah 40:29-31 ~ He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

He allows us to be renewed, even if we don’t think we need it. Each night our earthly bodies get renewed for all the happenings of tomorrow.

As followers we are being renewed each time we open His word and fellowship with others.

Even though the White Cycle might make us think of being cold and weak. But with the warmth of the Son’s love we are warm and strong.

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