| Just Wondering |
| Dear friend, Have you ever wondered why things just happen to come your way or am I the only one that seems to feel that way? Have you ever stood on a bank of a winding sea, looked out what seemed to be an endless world, with nothing between you but wind and sea? Have you ever just stood and listened to nothing, yet knowing there was something there, waiting for what should be answers, maybe questions of you, needing a response? Life it's self is a challenge, keeping the right foot in front of the left, walking not ahead but beside step by step. Accepting things as they are presented to you, believing things may look the worst, yet knowing in the long run they are for the best. Have you ever wondered who made up the word "pain"? Did they know how it would hurt, not only on the outside but so very deep on the inside? Have you ever Just Wondered? For me, I have to remind myself daily, all things work for the best, for those who love the Lord. As I look back from where I came from, what I have been through, now I see it all was in the plan. He has the key to all my needs and supplies every one of them. No matter what it is, in His time all is met, pain and regrets pass away, His Love erases the hurt and pain. Have you ever wondered just why life is like it is or is it only me? Now have you ever wondered how you and I ever came to be? Do you think He knew all along that we would grow to know one another in the airways like we have? Is it possible it was in His plan long ago? He knew I would be a friend when you surely felt there were none. Do you think He knew all along, just what was in your plan? Gee, what a awesome God we have that knows the all of us, continues even when we think we can't. He picks us up, dusts us off, sets us down one more time on the right road ahead.... do you think He knew? My friend, I was Just Wondering, do you think He knew? July 15, 2000 |
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| arthor Dee Oborn |
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