My life is but a weaving between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful, in the skillful Weaver’s hand,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.
Benjamin Malachi Franklin
“If God be before us, who can be against us?”
Romans 8:31
There is no law that says if someone knocks on your door or rings your doorbell, you have to answer it. If I don’t want to answer it, I don’t. I am speaking of solicitors. I just let them stand there. I know that they have a hard job, but I don’t want to deal with it. That is my right.
You know who’s jersey you have chosen to wear, so get off the bench and keep fighting. In the meantime, keep the faith.