Sifted and Tried

Have you ever felt like nuggets of gold in sand being sifted in an effort to separate gold from grains of sand?  Been in deep water up your chin and can’t swim?  or Been in a boat with no paddle? During many recent months, sometimes I felt that helpless, but never threw in the proverbial towel and gave in to my circumstances. Though living as an evacuee during about two and one half years and living in several places, God was with me and though sometimes distressed, continued my writing ministry, which was good therapy. I confess to wondering why God was allowing my sifting, but believed that it was being used to prune branches …