Poetry

Some of us, many I suppose, can only praise God if all our ducks are in a row, so to speak.  But what if some ducks are out of line or, horror of horrors, out of place!?  Or what's terribly worse, what if one or more of our ducks are lost!? Yes, in Christ we have the resources to praise and rejoice even in loss or disorder, trying in His greater overarching design, that all can work out for the good if not the best.  Yes by the grace of the One who seeks out the lost,  we can still be kind and outgoing, as though all were already solved.  And by faith it is.  This is only another test.

Not in a rude way, but I suspect that one day we will laugh in the face of the things that once worried us so!