Trust in God

The Weaver
My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,
I cannot 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
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
— Grant Colfax Tullar

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THE LAST WORDS OF JOHN WESLEY
This great servant of Christ went to Heaven March 2, 1791, in the eighty-eighth year of his life, after preaching the Gospel for sixty-five years.

Shortly before his death, Mr. Wesley said, “I will get up.” While they arranged his clothes, he broke out singing in a manner which astonished all about him:

“I’ll praise my Maker with my breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God–He made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train:
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed; He feeds the poor;
And none shall find His promise vain.

Once more seated in his chair, he said in a weak voice, “Speak, Lord, to all our hearts; and let them know Thou loosest tongues.” Then he again sang a couple of lines:

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Who sweetly all agree…

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Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place In All Generations
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which growth up.
In the morning it growth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly away.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto our children.
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us; and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
— Psalm 90

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The Lord Is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want
The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leads me in the
paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence
of mine enemies; thou anointest my head
with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all of the days of my life; and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord for ever.
— Psalm 23

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Another prominent leader, King David, voiced his outlook on life in Psalm 37:25: “I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”

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GOD HAS NO TRAGEDIES
God has no tragedies;
I know that is true,
Although sometimes it’s hard,
To know what He wants from you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true
Although in His infinite providence,
We wonder is it really true?

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true.
That is why Jesus died on Calvary,
To purchase me and you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true.
He is just living with Jesus,
And waiting for me and you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true,
So all I can ask Him is,
“Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?”
— Rev. Clifford Smith (When his son died in an accident)

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GOD HOLDS TOMORROW
“Do not let your heart be troubled…”
What assurance in that voice
That acknowledges our sorrow
And yet offer us the choice
To ask for God’s protection
And surrender all our fears
To the One who holds tomorrow
And will wipe away all tears.
—  Emily Matthews