To trust the end from the beginning, the shining, ordered end, is not to know what shades or shapes the threads of tapestry will wind to, only that a masterpiece is in the making. To forge the colors of my thought to purest tones—to peaceflame blue, ascension yellow—is all my part, since hands more capable are molding, stitch by Spirit, the pattern of my life.
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