I’m glad to be alive this morning. And awake. With another opportunity to live for Him.

Last night’s load is still with me. Yesterday’s puzzles still perplex me. The cares of life still come crowding and thronging, fast and close. I still walk among unfriendly giants.

Also the same as yesterday — God is still with me. The God of the living continues in me. He who is the God of Willard and Jacob (my dead-and-gone-from-this-life grandfathers) has not left me to face today alone.

“For he is not a God of the dead, but of the living: for all live unto him” (38).

He does His part. And I need His help to do my part.

He, the God of the living, is my God.

Living, I’ll live unto Him.

from Luke 20:46

A little bit more from Luke 20: Children of the Resurrection