Sunday, August 9, 2015
My life is but a weaving between the Lord and me, I do not choose the colors, he worketh steadily. The dark threads are as needful in the skilful weavers hand as the pattern of gold and silver he has planned. I in sorrow and sometimes pride, forget that he sees the upper and I the underside. "anonymous"
We empathize with the family and friends, knowing this, that our loved one is in the faithful hands of a God that not only can, but will reward them as only He can.
Blessings to each as you reflect on Psalms 23
Pastoral and church family
Sis Doris, you have been a great blessing to our church family. To you and your family we smile our love.
