It was an effort to drag my ass down to church today despite nursing a mild hangover. I was only a tad high when I left but I woke up feeling dehydrated and with my head spinning. Nabei. I will try not to mix my drinks the next time round and keep the whole partying business down to a minimum. I will just stick to my white wine if I have to drink.

Personally, I don't find much enjoyment in it anymore, especially if there is no good music to dance to. The only fun part was meeting so many people I know, and finding out that everyone knows each other or are linked to one another. It is a freaking small world out there and the 'six degrees of seperation' hypothesis is becoming more evident, except that this is on a smaller scale.

Anyhow, although I did not feel the connection with today's sermon at all, I felt comforted and at peace just being there. It was a different speaker this time but his words did not 'speak' to me. Sometimes, when I am having a conversation with someone, or simply reading a book or a passage, the words just jump out at me and make an instant connection. Today, a friend shared with me a poem that I had a total affinity with. The words of the poem were like gems of wisdom that soothed my soul and sheds light on everything that has been happening in my life thus far. The words called out to me.

GOD KNOWS BEST
by Helen Steiner Rice

Our Father knows what's best for us,
So why should we complain ...
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain.

We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer;
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.

Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow;
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet "tomorrow."

For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm;
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form.

God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain;
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain.

And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent;
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament.

For Our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain;
So He never sends us "pleasure"
When the "soul's deep need is pain."

So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make "our spirits strong."