by Mark Weinrich
There will always be Marahs in life, places that seem like dead ends, journeys that seemed pointless. If I allow bitterness to wall me in; I forget Who is with me. I miss blessings concealed within this dark cloud. I am so glad God showed Moses the tree and when he threw the tree into Marah’s bitter water, the water was sweetened. For that is what Christ’s cross does in any situation, no matter how thirsty or far I’ve come He is always there, ready to show me the way through, ready to reveal His blessing when I cry out and look to the never-ending power through His death.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.