The blade of grass withered under the relentless heat of the day, longing for the cool embrace of night—a moment of relief from the scorching sun.
As darkness unfolded, the temperature dipped, and the blade of grass sighed in quiet gratitude. The night's dew settled upon it, a gentle touch of renewal, quenching its thirst, restoring its strength.
When the sun rose again, the blade of gras stood tall, its spirit unbroken. It counted the days until autumn's gentle winds arrived, yet in the meantime, it held its ground—resilient, unwavering.
People are like that blade of grass. Burdened by the weight of their past, they endure the heat of regret, grief, and trials, searching for an escape.
But then, one morning, as the dark night has passed, they awaken—renewed, restored. Like the blade of grass, they rise, stretching toward the sky, standing taller than before. Yesterday’s burdens fade, replaced by the promise of today and the hope of tomorrow.
For God wipes away sorrow. He renews what was weary. He strengthens what once faltered.
Don’t let the heat of hardship be your defeat. Let the morning dew refresh you. Rise up, stand tall, and step into the light of renewal.
Tim Pate
