Good News Tuesday

It ain’t over till it’s over - right?

Monday’s post was the good news of today

and the sad memories of yesterday.

Today is the good.

Life brings its share of sadness - but it brings more gladness, I think.

And it is for the living.

Job’s sorrow lasted only three months.

A lot of tears were shed, a lot of prayers were said when I was left alone.

And God’s mercies are new every day.

The good news for me is that not long after the bad,

Good news came my way in the form of the guy I call my Dear Heart today.

For anyone going through the night seasons of life, be encouraged.

Weeping may last for the night - but joy comes in the morning.

Corrie ten Boom used this poem many, many times.

My life is but a weaving between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors, He weaveth steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow; And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper and I the underside.
Not 'til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas and reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares; nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those who leave the choice to Him.

(-- author unknown)