At this point in my life God has begun to remind me more and more of Columbo, the disheveled, trench coat wearing detective who didn't seem to have much on the ball. He would get hold of a suspect and wear him down with a barrage of questions and just when Columbo would walk away and the suspect would think, "Finally! He's done," Columbo would slow down, turn around with his finger resting pensively on his forehead and say, "Uh, just one more thing."  If that's not God I don't know what is! It seems he is never done with us, and it is easy to get weary with so much honing, and sculpting and molding going on, especially when we sometimes wonder if God really knows what God is doing. But I guess that's what faith is – trusting that God knows the plan even when we can't see it, and trusting, also, that it's not God who is wearing us away with trials but, rather, making us strong enough to bear them.