"He Maketh No Mistake"

This IS NOT what MY junk drawer looked like :-)

Yesterday I had some unusual energy and I decided to attack our junk drawer.  I find this funny that I was concerned about the state of our "junk drawer"...who cares what state it's in, right?!?!  All I know is that everytime my parents come up and they need a pen or scissors or a piece of paper, my heart starts pounding and I start sweating (ok not really) when I open the junk drawer and my mom witnesses how "I really live"!  I know she's saying to herself, "This isn't how I raised her!"  So I figured I'd do something about this deep, dark secret and face it head on.

As I was going through all the papers and pictures I've just thrown in there because I didn't have the heart to throw them out or I just didn't know what to do with them, I came across a poem that obviously had a great impact on my life since it's been moved wherever and whenever we moved.

I remember receiving it in a church bulletin when I had started to attend the church my brother was working at/attending.  I remember the heart ache I was feeling in those days.  I remember the relief I felt after reading it.  I remember sticking it on our fridge the moment I returned home that Sunday.

I NEVER wanted to forget that He maketh no mistake.

I was dealing with the idea that I may never be a mom and that there was something wrong with my marriage.  Finding this poem yesterday remined me how far I've come...how far WE'VE come.  11 years married (for better or for worse), a husband who gave his life to the Lord and 2 of the most beautiful children in the world (if I do say so myself).

Finding this poem yesterday reminded me, He maketh no mistake.

He Maketh No Mistake

My Father's way may twist and turn

My heart may throb and ache,

But in my soul I'm glad to know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,

My hopes may fade away,

Tho' night be dark, and it may seem

That day will never break,

I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,

He maketh no mistake.

There's so much now I cannot see,

My eyesight's far too dim;

But come what may, I'll simply trust

And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift

And plain it all He'll make,

Through all the way, tho' dark to me

He made not one mistake.

I will return the sheet of paper containing these words to the junk drawer and there it will remain as a reminder that He maketh NO mistake!