My friend, Becky, sent this to me the other day. I love that no matter how verbage and style change over time, the character and faithfulness of God and all that He is never does. Couldn’t have said it better myself…
As the rain hides the stars,
as the autumn mist
hides the hills,
as the clouds veil
the blue of the sky, so
the dark happenings of my lot
hide the shining of thy face from me.
Yet, if I may hold thy hand in the darkness,
it is enough, since I know,
that though I may stumble in my going,
Thou dost not fall.
traditional – scottish gaelic
