Prodigal: Yesterday was a brow beater.

Me: Maybe this will help you for today!

God hath not promised skies always blue,

Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through.

God hath not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day,

Rest for the laborer; light on the way,

Grace for the trial, help from above,

Unfailing sympathy–undying love.

Annie Johnson Flint

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

ISAIAH 40 : 8

Jennifer Van Allen

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