There's More to Life

The Badgers choked. They’ll never get past the first round. And how many second-half leads can the Packers blow? The Brewers will never be able to spend like the Dodgers, so it will always end in disappointment.
There’s more to life.

I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate shoveling the plow pile at the end of the driveway. Which means I hate the plow driver who put it there. I hate how people don’t know how to drive in winter weather. Or any other time, really. And I hate having to leave early or get there late because of stupid snow.
There’s more to life.

The service is so stinking slow. Whatever happened to the “fast” in fast food? They’ll probably screw up my order, again. These kids they’re hiring sure need to learn how to do a job right, the first time. And I’ll bet this penny shortage – rounding up or down my change is a scam.
There’s more to life.

More construction. More orange barrels. More detours. Can’t they work any faster? Now we’ve got more traffic back-ups, and some idiot on their cellphone will cause an accident. Then I have to sit here at a dead stop.
There’s more to life.

I don’t like it when they change everything. I want what I want, when I want it, where I want it. They change the aisles in the grocery store. They change the channel the games are on. Then they take the good shows off and put on this garbage. They change the menu, the procedure, the coverage, the price. And you can take that freaking time change and flush it down the toilet.
There’s more to life.

Dad, they’re taking me to the hospital.
Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.

The company is downsizing. We have to let you go.
Nothing in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

I want a divorce.
The Lord says, “Never will I leave you. Never will I forsake you.”

We’ve had to put her on hospice.
I am the Resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in Me will live, even though she dies.

My son has been deployed.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.

I have the test results. I’m sorry. It is cancer. Stage 4.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

It’s over. He’s gone. We’ll call the funeral home.
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but will have eternal life.

Well done, good and faithful servant! Welcome home!
In My Father’s House are many rooms. I am preparing a place for you. And I will come and take you to be with Me… I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.

It is finished! And with that Jesus breathed His last.
There really is more to Life.