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Today this phrase stood out to me: “One stinging sorrow spared would have been one blessing missing or unclaimed”.

Did you ever hear a sermon or read a passage of the Bible and then look over your shoulder because it was totally what you were going through?

That happened to me on the last day before my division closed (July 31). That morning I read this entry in the Streams in the Desert devotional.

As moves my fragile boat across the storm-swept sea,
Great waves beat o’er her side, as north wind blows;
Deep in the darkness hid lie threat’ning rocks and reefs;
But all of those, and more, my Pilot knows.

Sometimes when darkness falls, and every light’s gone out,
I wonder to what port my frail ship goes;
Although the night be long, and restless all my hours,
My distant goal, I’m sure, my Pilot knows.
~Thomas Curtis Clark