My life is a field of flowers with a few weeds thrown in here and there. i place this day, my life, my loved ones, my work in the hands of god. whatever happens, whatever results, if i am in the lord's hand, it is the lord's will and his will is more important to me.
My life is an weaving between me and my God. I may not choose the colors but He knows what they should be. He can view the pattern on the upper side while I can see it only on the under side. Sometimes He weaveth sorrow which seemed so strange to me but I will trust his judgement and work on faithfully. It is He who fills the shuttle. He knows just what is best so I shall weave in earnest and leave the rest with Him. At
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