But, because of our Creator's love, we are given life that will last forever. It is more important than my past, my education, my bankroll, my successes or failures . It alone fuels my fire or assaults my hopes. The frightened, soul sees the monstor wave looming, mounting threating. He turns, stumbling through the foamy shallows, and being too slow, he is overtaken, upset, flattened and snet sputtering in th esurf by the liquid mountain.
Every trouble has vast built-in opportuinites to grow, to learn, to serve, or to be cleansed.
Imagination can turn your bed of trouble into fruitful pasture. Your time of lying low can be your mourning of spiritual refreshment. That's why it's called the present. Create a better world. I saw them tearing a building down, a gang of men in a dusty town, With a ho, a heave ho, and a lusty yell, they swung a beam and a side wall fell.