Last night I was chopping the last of the vegetables for supper, when I got my thumb in the way and sliced off a chunk of thumbnail and some flesh. Bleeding with quite a gush, I got Jim's attention and he helped me bandage up. Today I am wondering what I will find when I finally take the pressure bandage off. It throbs less today than it did during the night. My daughter did something similar last summer while working with a mandolin. It was the middle finger on her right hand that got sliced, ouch. It is my left thumb. I am thankful for that.
It puzzles me that Father is in control my whole life, every single detail, and then something like this happens. I am certain that Satan and his minions are still messing around with us, and sometimes he gets his way. At the same time I know nothing happens but that Father is able, and willing, to make good come out of it. So I give honor to Father and His vast ability to do the miraculous. And I watch expectantly for the good I will certainly see.
One of my (and my mother's) favorite verses in the bible is Romans 8:28.
And we know that all things work together for those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.
What a great promise to keep front and center in this uncertain time. It helps me keep my chin up. I hope you adapt it as one of your favorite verses as well. God bless.
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