human
For my ways are not as your ways; neither are my thoughts as your thoughts, were the words from which he spoke; and when he told them how it was oftentimes the way of our good Father in heaven to lead His chosen, worn and weary, fainting beneath heavy burdens, over rough places, through darkness and gloom, but all safe home at last, the words went to the child's heart as though they had been spoken to her alone of all who were waiting for a portion there; and her heart made answer,
gpt
What does it matter? It is only for a little while, and then all safe home at last. Not one forgotten, not one left out, in that day.