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There once was a young boy whose father loved developing photographs in a darkroom, who often brought his son in with him while he worked. The room was silent. Dim. with only a soft red light that barely let you see anything at all. And the boy hated it. It felt wrong to him. It was too dark. Too quiet.…

I have a question for you this morning, it’s this: “Do our failures override God’s perfect plan?” I was reading this past week about a piano student who wanted to impress his teacher. He practiced for days, He studied every phrase. He wanted to play the piece without a single mistake. When the lesson…