“He opened his north window and looked out. Yes, the Dipper had gone down. The air of the soft, still, spring night came in at the window. There was no sound but the creek, pouring steadily over its rocky bottom. As he stood there, he repeated to himself some verses of a favourite hymn:
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform.
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Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
“We must rest, he told himself, on our confidence in His design. Design was clear enough in the stars, the seasons, in the woods and fields. But in human affairs –? Perhaps our bewilderment came from a fault in our perceptions; we could never see what was behind the next turn in the road.” ~Willa Cather, Sapphira and the Slave Girl
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Once upon a time, I did not want to read Willa Cather’s books because I had some unreasonable prejudice against the name “Willa.” I heard her name rather often, and I wrinkled my nose, inwardly at least, at her name. Very glad and grateful am I to have been encouraged to overcome that prejudice and read the books.