The only thing that’s constant in life is Change! But it’s quite hard to see things grow old. The town in which I grew up is growing old, wait a minute. I am growing old too.
I remember the house I grew up in, in spite of the renovations over the years, the building is boarding up.
I wish things could be as they were when one was growing up, but then if wishes were horses beggars would ride. I wish, I wish but I cant.
I can’t but God can.
God can. The Psalmist says, “He restores my soul” God Restores the new. He does not camouflage the old, because he is the master builder, he pulls out the original plan and restores it. He will restore the vigour, he will restore the hope.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul
“Therefore I will hope in him”.