I am gathering all my sufferings in a basket. I am turning them into a quilt. Of all the scraps I will make something beautiful. Bright and warm. It will be able to cover not only me but others. I will be able to say, "I know how you feel, but God is bigger, stronger." I will know more then and be aware of the threads that God has sewn together. To heal. To hold it all together. To hold me together. I will be of greater character. Not proud, humble. Not a know it all, but wise. Not muscular, strong inside. And my eye wrinkles will show around eyes that shine with the knowledge that God is truth. He cannot lie. I was only lying in myself. In my weakness. And then God will use me. I won`t fear.
I can see myself in a house in the middle of a field, on a small hill. With family surrounding me. Children the age I am now and babes that are mine but not from my womb. And I will have fellowship there with old and young. We will teach each other the ways of the LORD. I will not forget and the good fruit will be hidden no more. My sorrow will have subsided and my joy will be greater. For greater is he that is in me....
The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. Psalm 103:8.
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