Of Divine Architecture

Trusting our faithful God is sometimes easier said than done, isn't it?!Trusting Him in all our hard unknowns!Yesterday my friend whose family is searching for a new home to move to as the deadline in their current rental approaches (Feb.), said this as they continuously entrust to God this desperate need;'we know that something will work out, even if it isn't necessarily our dream.' I have been pondering her words  'even if it isn't necessarily our dream.'No one's dream includes the stress of home-seeking, sudden loss of a loved one,or debilitating injuries or sickness of body or mind,or broken marriages and friendships.Trouble and tragedy are part of this sin-cursed world.And how would we ever learn true and full surrender toour all-sufficient Heavenly Father's love and gracewithout sorrow and suffering;Our Heavenly Father, who left His throneknowing what lay before Him! He was homeless, hated, rejected, spat upon, beaten,misjudged, mistreated and crucified,though he was guiltless of any sin!He did not send a substitute to pardon humanitybut gave Himself to suffer redemption's brutal cost!He alone brings true comfort and joy.Through him alone sorrow and sickness are healedwhether on earth or in Heaven.Ah, holy Christmas season as wecelebrate, marvel and meditateon the glad tidings of great joy which was, will be and ever ISto all people! Luke 2:1-11Then the angel said to them,“Do not be afraid, for behold,I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of Davida Savior, who is Christ the Lord.***When our castle of dreams tumblesGod is there to catch the piecesif we let Him and to help us forwardas we learn to humbly yield and trust the Divine Architect with what appears broken ***Sorrow makes us so much more thankful for/aware of joy!Today's joy included an early morning visit from my sister-in-lawwho came bearing a beautiful poinsettia-gift ...cookie-baking with my neighboursbecause school buses were canceled, Delighting in the snowy scenes through their windows and mine... There is no path to What Once Was of former 'days of glory'Futile to rue the day because of a twist in life's/love's storyWhere oft on tender plots of joy, grief's bitter battle wagesAs death crumples, like crushed decoys, love's hope and dream-filled pages Ah, who of us is wise enough to know God's kind intentions Or understand the blueprint of His love's Divine Dimensions  The Builder and Maker of earth and Heaven, who can measureOr know the height and depth and girth of Mercy's architecture It is not ours to mastermind the means of our CreatorEnough to know that He is kind, love's reckoning far greaterThan panoramic dust-to-dust's volatile stance of seasonsEnough to know that we can trust His all-wise perfect Reasons Janet Martin