God is the lead partner in the dance of life; we’re called to follow Him gracefully. But we don’t know whether it’s a waltz or the Charleston, and we don’t know what the next step will be. God is singing the melody that we are supposed to harmonize; but we don’t yet know whether it’s a military song or a dirge, and can’t where the melody is moving. We are learning the dance as we go, but are called to dance gracefully; we are learning the song as we sing, but are to harmonize beautifully.
This too is vapor and shepherding wind.
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