My life is but a weaving between my God and me, I do not choose the colors he worketh steadily, oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride, forget he sees the upper, and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly, will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand, as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern he has planned.
Anonymous
Thank you Lord that we can rest and trust in the knowledge that you are in control of our lives. We trust you God and pray that you will bring our daughter home soon.
- Asking everyone to be in prayer for all of the families this week as the high court is now back is session after the long holiday!!
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