Today is a day of remembering our blessings and giving thanks for all we have. If you have a hard time thinking of blessings in this world, there are many around you. God’s unending love for you and another day on this earth are but a few of our blessings. Don’t forget that we need to give praise and glory to God for all we are blessed with. He is the ultimate source.
Behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou guest.
~ Gen 28:15
Be quiet, soul:
Why shouldst thou care and sadness borrow,
Why sit in nameless fear and sorrow,
The livelong day?
God will mark out thy path to-morrow
In His best way.
I had hoped, Madame, to find you here, and was rejoicing in that hope; but God has sent you elsewhere. The best place is wherever He puts us, and any other would be undesirable, all the worse because it would please our fancy, and would be of our own choice. Do not think about distant events. This uneasiness about the future is unwholesome for you. We must leave to God all that depends on Him, and think only of being faithful in all that depends upon ourselves. When God takes away that which He has given you, He knows well how to replace it, either through other means or by Himself.
~ FRANÇOIS DE LA MOTHE FÉNELON
Nearly every Christian I have spoken with has some idea that eternity is an unending church service. . . . We have settled on an image of the never-ending sing-along in the sky, one great hymn after another, forever and ever, amen. And our heart sinks. Forever and ever? That’s it? That’s the good news? And then we sigh and feel guilty that we are not more “spiritual.” We lose heart, and we turn once more to the present to find what life we can.
~ John Eldredge, [The Journey of Desire]
I … heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet, saying … Write.
~ Rev 1:10-11
It is very sweet to note that a voice from heaven said to John, “Write.” Does not that voice come to us? Are there not those who would taste the joys of heaven if we wrote them words of forgiveness and affection? Are there not others who would dry their tears if we would remind them of past joys, when we were poor as they are now? Nay, could not some, who read these plain words, place inside the envelope something bearing their signature which would make the widow’s heart dance for joy?
What is our pen doing? Is it adding joy to other men’s lives? If so, then angels may tune their harps when we sit at our desk. They are sent to minister to the heirs of salvation, and would be glad to look upon our pen as writing music for them to sing, because what we write makes their client’s joy to be full.
~ Thomas Champness.