Perhaps the best part of again is that it's familiar.
If I do it again, it means I've already tried it once — or a thousand times.
This perfectionist fights "again." I want to do it right the first time. But there's no learning in that.
I wait in the quiet, stillness for their return. My kids bringing after school crazy and loud into this home. It's the again that I'm counting on, look forward to.
Again is a friend and a foe. An exciting thrill ride at the amusement park may elicit an again from me, but I often hesitate to welcome a struggle's return.
What a treasure to know I'll see my mother-in-law again, holding her Savior's hand.
Again can take a lot out of you, make you weary. But it also encourages perseverance as you try, try again.
And "again" holds a beautiful promise, particularly that Jesus will come — again.
My Father's house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I do and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. (John 14:2-3)I marvel at this little word. I have typed it eleven times (yes, I counted) and something popped out at me.
Again. A gain. I think so.
Whether it's surrounded by goodness or feels like an unwelcome visitor, the promise of an again can be seen as a gain — at least to me.
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