I am convinced that God is a God of order
That He is a God of time and seasons
That He knows when to speed it up and when to slow it down
That He knows when you need a push forward and a tug backwards
That He knows when to claim the storm and when to calm His child
That at the end of our weakness, His strengths begins
That torn robes cab become royal clothes, and the pit can become a palace.
That in His hands intended evil becomes eventual good
That He is the Master Weaver, and as He stretches the yarn and intertwines the thread, nothing escapes His careful reach
God sees, God knows, and God cares đź’–
Graceuntold 