Life; a Rollercoaster Poster

Happy Labour Day!(Here's hoping mine will soon taste like tomato soup, salsa etc.! ) For this Labour Day I chose these two passages below to remind us toserve with gladness while letting patience have its perfect work!SO much easier said than done!! Psalm 100:2Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands!Serve the Lord with gladness;Come before His presence with singing.Know that the Lord, He is God;It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves;We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,And into His courts with praise.Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.For the Lord is good;His mercy is everlasting,And His truth endures to all generations. James1:4... let patience have its perfect work,that you may be []perfect and complete, lacking nothing. Oh! The labor pains of patiencebefore we are perfectly complete and lacking nothing🙏😥💔🙏 Jim's patience is being tested right out of the gates this week!His high hopes for Happy Labour Day  have already taken a plunge; truck troubleschanging 'early start' to 'turn back' !! 😓 If life had to be portrayed with one image it would have to be a roller-coaster, right?!(an image used in yesterday morning's message at )We can go from being on top of the world to a spiraling plunge in an instant!and SO many unexpected twists, turns and tunnels!Aren't you thankful God is steadfast, changeless and faithful no matter what?! The ups and downs and smiles and frowns of love and life persistThe ebb and flow of boon and blow and high and low repeatThe perfect work of patience lurks at every turn and twistTo teach us how to reach and bow and ‘wash each other’s feet’ Where faith and fear, laughter and tears, dismay and cheers conflictWhere serving God with humble laud makes every task esteemedWhere thick and thin of loss and win and groan and grin’s edictIn due time earns wisdom’s returns in ways we never dreamed The fruit of toil and in close proximityTests vim and verve and who we serve; The Apple of our eyeWith age-old art reveals the heart with startling clarityNo trick or fence thwarts consequence; no truth can ever lie Hope and defeat clash and compete; bittersweet battlegroundLove’s push and pull not beautiful when felled in broken dreamsWhere faith refined appears unkind, where bold doubters aboundWhere ‘to serve God with gladness’ is madness to most, it seems Where ups and downs and smiles and frowns of love and life repeatWhere ebb and flow of boon and blow and highs and lows persistTo teach us how to reach and bow and ‘wash each other’s feet’The perfect work of patience holds refined gold in its fist Do not despair; the work of prayer is oft invisibleWhile we who see in part and He who sees the heart entreat  Until the awesome consummation of Love's Miracle So brutally refined, bows heart, soul and mind at God's feet © Janet Martin