Me: Even though the day is tough, doesn’t mean the Lord does not care.

Prodigal: That is what I need to focus on.

I know not why His hand is laid

In chastening on my life,

Nor why it is my little world

Is filled so full of strife.

I know not why, when faith looks up

That o’er my sky fresh clouds arise

And drench my path with rain.

I know not why my prayer so long

By Him has been denied:

Nor why, while others’ ships sail on,

Mine should in port aside.

But I do know that God is love,

That He my burden shares,

And though I may not understand,

I know for me He cares.

I know the heights for which I long

Are often reached through pain;

I know the sheaves must needs be threshed

To yield the golden grain.

I know that, though He may remove

The friends on whom I lean,

‘Tis that I thus may learn to love

And trust the One unseen.

And when at last I see His face

And know as I am known.

I will not care how rough the road

That led me to my home.

Grace E. Troy

Let us not therefore judge one another anymore: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumbling block or an occasion to fall in his brother’s way.

ROMANS 14 : 13

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org