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Hey Pat, Be lifted up, knowing that everytime we come to the valley of Bacca, God eventually makes it a well. Yes it's sure that we have down times; my goodness I do know, but anymore I just remind myself that "this too will pass" and we will surely again feel the joy of life and love that lifts us above all things. I Love you too; your such a sweet lady, and so much a part of this very nice community of people that make such good friends. Here's a poem for you by a lady who spent years in the concentration camps; have you heard of her or it?...Corrie Ten Boom? Here's what I can remember of it...
"My life is but a weaving, between my Lord and me,
I do not choose the colors, he worketh steadily,
Oft times he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
forget he sees the upper, and I the underside,
Not til the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas, and reveal the reasons why,
The dark threads are as needful, in the skillfull master's hand,
As the threads of Gold & Silver, in the pattern he has planned. Amen? love Kim
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