God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, and works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds ye so much dread, are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, and scan his work in vain; God is His own interpreter, and He will make it plain.
PLEASE, Please, join me in praying for the Alexanders. My heart aches at this hour as I joyously carry this burden for my sweet friends...I am not sure what the LORD is doing, but I know that this is the perfect opportunity for us as a body to cry out to the LORD on behalf of precious Abe. Would you please join me everyday at 12pm to pray for this family. Please take the time to visit their blog and leave many showers of blessings
2 Chron. 14:11
".....And Asa scried to the Lord his God, “O Lord, there is none like you to help, between the mighty and the weak. Help us, O Lord our God, tfor we rely on you,"