Money rolled in and the living was fine: God was in His place, and I safe in mine. But something went wrong; now bills stand in piles. I guess Id call God from across the miles. I expected Hed move, but He was still there said I could return and find rest in His care. But money!! I cried. Thats my problem now; On the heels of my lament came His quiet reply: Dear child, just come home; at the right time, Ill supply.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 23:44:45 +0000
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