A Rock And A Hard Place

 

This brought to mind an old adage
That I’ve heard all my life…
Between a rock and a hard place,
Life’s troubles and its strife.
 
It sat there in a bed of ants,
Dead wood, and piled rock,
Blooming with joy, despite it all.
I paused, and I took stock.  
 
How often have I faced hard times,
Self pity and despair
Occupying all of my thoughts
When joy, too, should be there?
 
When has despair helped me get through
Any trouble or fear?
While joy and faith are reminders
That You are always near.
 
However rough this life might seem,
Your peace and grace are mine.
That means there’s nothing I will face
Without Your help divine.
 
It may be hard to stand in joy
Midst that rock and hard place,
But if a flower can do it,
I’ll stand strong in Your grace!
 
Romans 5:3-4
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope