Romans 8:28
Clomp, clomp, clomp—rosh, oof. Clomp, clomp,
clomp—rosh, oof. The ruckus on the roof was a little disconcerting; from the
bedroom below I couldn’t actually see the activity going on above me. But I
knew a few of the details: The snow on the roof had piled up too high and
needed to be removed. I knew that somebody trustworthy was busily trudging back
and forth, wielding a shovel and ridding the roof of its load.
At times my mind can become overloaded, too. So it’s
comforting to know that Somebody up above is constantly working out all things
for my good.
