And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field,
Where thou would'st only faint and yield.
And judge none lost; but wait and see,
With hopeful pity, not disdain;
The depth of the abyss may be
The measure of the height of pain
And love and glory that may raise
The soul to God in after days!
-- Adelaide A. Procter.
Moving here, that beautiful scenic window just didn't exist. For some reason, all the windows are a little bit higher so one never sees completely outside sitting down in any of the rooms. I miss that view. Right now, my desk sits in front a wall. All inspirations come from within.
During this past year, I have lamented to Emily on numerous occasions of how much I miss having a nice view. Her reply? Maybe God wants you to mind your own business for once.
Well, she is kind of right. I do get involved in other people's lives. More than I should. Maybe she is right and this is God's way of me minding my own business!
Have a blessed day everyone.
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