The Art of Living

"The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them." -- Bernard M. Baruch

A Christmas card we received yesterday contained a hand-written note with this song by Stanley Ditmer. I hope I can find the music; the words are reassuring:

I shall not fear though darkened clouds may gather round me;
The God I serve is One who cares and understands.
Although the storms I face would threaten to confound me,
Of this I am assured, I'm in His hands.

I'm in His hands, I'm in His hands;
Whate'er the future holds, I'm in His hands.
The days I cannot see have all been planned for me;
His way is best, you see; I'm in His hands.

Another Christmas card contained this note: "Carol, you 'shouldn't' be able to keep going as you are with the cancer you have." He ought to know; his sweet and godly wife died of the very same cancer several years ago, after a short and severe illness. We prayed for her too. I'm so grateful for all that God is doing in my life in response to prayer, but I don't understand His ways. "Mystery" is one of my favorite names for God. (By the way, I see people really mess up their brains when they try to put God in a box and insist that He act in a certain way.)

John 1:18 is our assigned Scripture for this morning's class. Verse 14 says, "So the Word [Jesus] became human and lived here on earth among us." Now there is mystery!

Have a great day,
Carol