I lift up my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth. - Psalm 121:1-2
November 26, 2015
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November 17, 2015
After the Funeral - Agatha Christie
November 10, 2015
November 05, 2015
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October 31, 2015
We will not be denied any good thing in Christ
"Surely if he would not spare his own Son one stroke, one tear, one groan, one circumstance of misery, it can never be imagined that he should, after this, deny or withhold from his people, for whose sakes all this was suffered, any mercies, any comforts, any privilege, spiritual or temporal, which is good for them."
- John Flavel
"He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things? "
- Romans 8:32
October 29, 2015
October 27, 2015
From the honest pen of Isaac Watts
How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heav’nly rays
That chase my fears away?
How long shall my poor laboring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control
And ease my raging pain.
- Isaac Watts
