He Maketh No Mistake

"He Maketh No Mistake"

My Father’s way may twist and turn
My heart may throb and ache,                                           

But in my soul I’m glad to know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith, my all, in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim,
But come what may,
I’ll simply trust and leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift,
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.

- A.M. Overton, 1932

Heavy

My purse, like my heart, seems to get heavier by the minute. The note has been in my purse for 48 hours now and I cannot bear to look at it. I cannot bear to read the justifications, fabrications and accusations I am almost certain it contains.

I feel the need to protect myself---experience has been a bitter teacher. The first note--which I was sure brought me word of her desire for reconciliation--was only a letter from Joe and full of nonsense. The second note read like a bad novel and was full of accusations and bore little resemblance to reality. And the third note/email was nothing more than a demand for items she had left behind when she ran away.

I am not brave or curious. I am emotionally fragile after all the "fireworks" of the Fourth. I am heartsore, weary, wounded and too numb to be hopeful.

On the Fourth, I touched my daughter for the first time in 2 1/2 years. She initiated the hug so at least there's that. I held her, I wept on her shoulder, I said something about missing her (or something...I can't even remember what it was that I said) She pulled away and only said goodbye before she walked off.

And my purse and my heart are both still heavy.