God Knows


God Knows

On Shirley’s and Hamilton’s behalf, I want to thank you for all your love and prayers for them and particularly for Shirley in recent weeks. I apologise that some of you have been anxious to know how she has been doing and not getting answers but you have kept praying. Thank you for that. I have sought to protect Shirley from stress and am more than willing to answer queries and share your concerns for her but will always respect Shirley’s need for privacy. I spoke at length with her today so that I could be better enabled to keep you informed and my over-riding response to you all is that Shirley continues to need prayer.
Her stent procedure was far from straight-forward and she is still a very sick woman and needs to be really careful. The medics have been very forthright in telling her the implications of her illness and Shirley knows in her body how weak she really is.  This is quite a new experience for Shirley who has always gone the second, third, fourth, fifth mile to ensure those in need got help or to raise support or to thank supporters. She can no longer do that and must rest. She is just not fit at the moment to respond to the very many messages she has received.  On her behalf, I say a sincere thank you. But Shirley will not be responding personally for the foreseeable future.
From Hamilton and Shirley and all involved in Tell Romania may I wish you a very blessed New Year.
‘God Knows’
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
So heart be still:
What need our little life
Our human life to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low,
God hideth His intention.

God knows. His will
Is best. The stretch of years
Which wind ahead, so dim
To our imperfect vision,
Are clear to God. Our fears
Are premature; In Him,
All time hath full provision.

Then rest: until
God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of Life’s stern face we hail,

Fair beyond all surmise
God’s thought around His creatures
Our mind shall fill.
Minnie Haskins