It's funny to me how many times we think God can't handle things; how we feel that we need to 'help' him, or somehow make things better if it were just done our own way.
We tried everything to make her feel better, but to no avail.
Finally, this thought popped up. "My Father's house has many rooms. If it were not so, I would not tell you so. J.C." We just figured, like any good parent, God would send them each to their own rooms until they could learn to play nicely with each other.
Wonder what my room will look like?
Learn to see things differently. Re-invent the impossible.