You have not quenched the smoldering wick, nor broken the bruised reed, nor despised the day of small things; but having had the help of God, I continue up to this time.
“Pick me one of those peaches.” But it was early summer, and “the time of peaches was not yet.” They asked why he would want the green, unripe fruit. Venn replied, “Well, my dears, it is green now, and we must wait; but a little more sun, and a few more showers, and the peach will be ripe and sweet. So it is with Mr. Simeon.” ( 27 Servants of Sovereign Joy , 321)
I've been going on walks with Marla (Elizabeth & Simon) on Saturday mornings at SIX THIRTY!! for a few weeks now. It's been very nice. Today as we were walking on the Main Street bridge, a lady stopped in front of me, took a deep breath while stretching her arms out to the side, and said "aahhh, isn't it a beautiful day?" "Yes, God's creation is beautiful." I replied. At the mention of the name of the LORD, she recoiled. Her hands fell by her side, and she walked away. The heavens declare the glory of God. The skies proclaim His work. Day after day they deliver their speech, night after night they make Him known. (Thank you Poor Bishop Hooper, I didn't even have to look that up). For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God, or give thanks. Romans 1:21 *pictured: our view from the bridge
GOD OF ALL GOOD, I bless thee for the means of grace; teach me to see in them thy loving purposes and the joy and strength of my soul. Thou hast prepared for me a feast; and though I am unworthy to sit down as guest, I wholly rest on the merits of Jesus, and hide myself beneath his righteousness; When I hear his tender invitation and see his wondrous grace, I cannot hesitate, but must come to thee in love. By thy Spirit enliven my faith rightly to discern and spiritually to apprehend the Saviour. While I gaze upon the emblems of my Saviour’s death, may I ponder why he died, and hear him say, ‘I gave my life to purchase yours, presented myself an offering to expiate your sin, shed my blood to blot out your guilt, ...
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