By Frances Brook
My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
’Tis His to lead me there—not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.
No matter if the way be sometimes dark,
No matter though the cost be oft-times great,
He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark,
The way that leads to Him must needs be strait.
One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;
One thing I do, I press towards my Lord;
My God my glory here, from day to day,
And in the glory there my great Reward.
This came to me as anonymous, which is most probably is not, the author’s name having dropped out somewhere along the way. If you know you wrote it, please let me know and provide a link. I almost never repost things without an author’s name. This is one of those rare moments.
Count your gains instead of your losses,
Count your joys instead of your woes,
Count your friends instead of your foes,
Count your courage instead of your fears,
Count your health instead of your wealth,
Count on God instead of yourself.
Not a KJV ancient-language type of person, but this short piece spoke to me powerfully.
Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his. And, Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity. (2 Timothy 2:19)
Never fear while trial and hardship assail you, for there is a strength on your side. Neither lose courage nor hope as the curse upon life draws its noose tighter upon you, for there is a river of life that overflows on your account. Fear not. Worry not. Fret not. For the Lord knows all those who are His. He will keep His children from the force of His wrath and ever will He protect them from their enemy, Satan. He will be faithful to tend their needs and salve their wounds. We who believe and have departed the way of iniquity are secured in the mercy, peace, and fatherly love that abounds in His family.
The following was sent to me. It might encourage you. No idea as to author. I usually don’t pass on anonymous stuff, but here’s an exception —
When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless effort,
God knows how hard you have tried.
When you have cried so long, your heart is in anguish,
God has counted your tears.
When nothing makes sense, and you are confused and frustrated,
God has the answer.
If suddenly your outlook is brighter, and you find traces of hope,
God has whispered to you.
When things are going well, and you have much to be thankful for,
God has blessed you.
When something joyful happens, and you are filled with awe,
God has smiled on you.
Remember that where you are or whatever you are feeling,
Good for a laugh, makes a point, even though from a denominational doctor.
Several years ago, a drunk staggered into my office, leaned over my desk and said, “I’m going to beat the @#%&@# out of you.” My first reaction was to look him over and evaluate the situation. After doing so I reached the conclusion that I could “take him.” It was then the Holy Spirit took over and seemingly from out of nowhere, the words came out of my mouth, “If you’re not careful I’ll pray God’s wrath down on you.” The drunk then fell back into a chair, looked at me, and said with a drunken slur, “Now, that ain’t fair! I can’t whip Him!” With that the drunk got up out of the chair and walked out of the office. I’ve never seen him since.
“If I could give you information of my life, it would be to show how a woman of very ordinary ability has been led by God in strange and unaccustomed paths to do His service what He has done in her. And if I could tell you all, you would see how God has done all, and I nothing. —Florence Nightingale
The end of the first sentence seems like something is missing, but the thought is there.
J.R Miller wrote this story in a devotional thought based upon Lk 2.12.
Yes! that is the meaning of it all. It tells of the good will of God toward all men. There is a strange medieval legend which illustrates this truth. An infidel knight, in the wildness of his mad, Heaven-defying infidelity, determined to test, by the method to which as a knight he was accustomed, the reality and power of the God whose existence he denied.
So, going out into the field, armed as if for combat, he cast his glove down upon the ground, after the manner of the ancient challengers, and cried out to the heavens: “God! if there be a God, I defy thee here and now to mortal combat! If thou indeed art, put forth thy might, of which thy pretended priests make such boasts.” As he spoke, his eye was caught by a piece of parchment fluttering in the air just above his head. It fell at his feet. He stooped and picked it up, and found inscribed upon it these words, “God is love!” Overcome by this unexpected response, he broke his sword in token of his surrender, and kneeling upon the fragments, consecrated his life henceforth to the service of that God whom he had just before defied.
A man and his wife lost their three-year-old daughter to cancer. He shared his experience and said that people who expected God to do miracles at their behest had a God that was too big.
God’s work in the world is not to perform miracles, but to draw us close to him, to walk with his children in their trails and sufferings, that they might grow in faith and know him better.