For a post today, I decided to do something a bit different by combining a couple of short items I’ve had in my files for some time. The first one is a little story that offers one example of the fact that God knows what He is doing. The second one is a poem that was written by a pastor named A.M. Overton. In 1932, Overton was the pastor of a church in Mississippi and had a wife and three small children. In attempting to deliver their fourth child, his wife died and so did their baby. During the funeral service, the minister officiating the service noticed Overton writing something on a piece of paper. After the service, he asked Overton about it and Overton handed him the paper. On it, he had just written the poem “He Maketh No Mistake.”

First, here’s the story called “God Knows What He is Doing”:

A young man went off to college and was exposed to some points of view that questioned the existence of a creator God. By the time he returned home after his first year at the school, he had begun to drift toward atheism. One day, while he was walking in the field with his Christian father, he shared his doubts. He said, “Dad, doesn’t it seem a bit absurd that a supposedly intelligent creator God would have a huge pumpkin grow on a small vine while a tiny acorn grows on a large branch? If I was a creator, I would put the pumpkin on the large branch and the acorn on the small vine.” Just then an acorn fell and hit his head. His father said, “Well, son, I guess you are glad now that God put the pumpkin where it is.”

Now, here’s the poem entitled “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 I know
He maketh no mistake!

My cherished plans may go astray,
My dreams may fade away;
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doth know the way!

Though 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 is 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, though dark to me,
He made not one mistake.