Someone shared this w me this morning and wanted to share it with all of you .
Until I learned to trust,
I did not learn to pray.
And did not learn to fully trust,
Til sorrow came my way.
Until I learned my weakness,
His strength I never knew;
Nor knew till I was stricken,
That He would see me through. Whose deepest drinks of sorrow, Drinks deepest too of grace;
He sends the storm so He Himself Can be our hiding place.
The One who plans our highest good,
Knows well when things annoy; We would not yearn for heaven
If earth held only joy.