My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Ye that fear the Lord, praise Him;
All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify Him;
And fear Him, all ye the seed of Israel.
For He hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath He hid His face from him; but when he cried unto Him, He heard.
(Psalms 22)
...Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten in the ocean of His griefs, but oh, how our love ought to rise! Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord's feet, and there let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value; and only venteruring to whisper to Him that
if He will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart
faint echos of the vast waves of His own love
which have brought me where it is
my delight to lie....
Even at His feet forever.
-C.H. Spurgeon
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Pastor D. quoted an old African proverb yesterday: "The same sun that melts the wax, hardens the clay." The ocean of God's love is there for every man. His light shines on the heart of every person, and every heart is given the choice to be made like clay, or like wax. To melt in the presence of truth, or to let that truth harden them. How vast is a love that is great enough for all? How valuble is the blood that can cover every sin ever commited? How perfect the righteousness that can purge every destroyed life? How great the mercy that can turn ashes into beauty and give joy in place of tears?
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I had to take down my hummingbird feeder last week while the roofing crew re-shingled our building, but today I got it back up. This time it's full of sugar water, and any day the hummingbirds should hit our region... I can't wait.
I managed to pour hot sugar water over my thumb after boiling it down. It's another stupid wound that doesn't have visible signs, but hurts like heck. Waa.
Can't believe the beauty of God's world today. The oil pan in my car was leaking, so we had to take the car to the shop. I'm getting pretty good at staying off the main roads in S-field, thanks to Q's coaching, so I got a huge dose of perfect weather and gorgeous spring while driving through town. Everything is in bloom and the trees are just starting to fill out. Birds are going crazy, singing their hearts out, building their nests, falling in love...
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The sea is His, and He made it; and His hands formed the dry land.
O come let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
For He is our God; and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand.
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