If we can't trust God with our time
How can we trust God with our life?
That's something to ponder on.
Read in the Masterlife 3 on Friday that faith is believing something even when we can't see it. Like what the future holds.
I don't really like waiting as I can be rather impatient. Yet perhaps that's what I should learn to do. To be patient and wait. Even though I can't see it yet, I know that in the end, it will be worth the wait.
Hymn Of Promise
Author: Natalie Sleeth, 1986
In the bulb there is a flower, in a seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter, there's a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until it's season, something God alone can see.
There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There's a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery.
Unrevealed until it's season, something God alone can see.
In our end is our beginning, in our time, infinity.
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity.
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory.
Unrevealed until it's season, something God alone can see.
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