My life is but a weaving, between my God and me.
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent and the 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.
Each New Day, Corrie ten Boom
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Gentle words bring life and health; griping brings discouragement. Proverbs 15:4 Learn to say kind things - nobody ever resents them. Smile ... -
The link below will take you to the video clip Sunrise showed in the weekend worship experience on 2-1-09. http://www.rhchurch.org/pages/car...
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This is beautiful Steve! Cindy
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