Every Drop Of Rain Hits Its Appointed

I Compare The Troubles Which We Have To Undergo In The Course Of The Year To A Great Bundle Of Sticks, Far Too Large For Us To Lift. But God Does Not Require Us To Carry The Whole At Once. He Mercifully Unties The Bundle, And Gives Us First One Stick, Which We Are To Carry Today, And Then Another, Which We Are To Carry Tomorrow, And So On. This We Might Easily Manage, If We Would Only Take The Burden Appointed For Us Each Day; But We Choose To Increase Our Troubles By Carrying Yesterday's Stick Over Again Today, And Adding Tomorrow's Burden To Our Load, Before We Are Required To Bear It.

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.

The Best Advice I Can Give You: Look Unto Jesus, Beholding His Beauty In The Written Word.

God Sometimes Does His Work With Gentle Drizzle, Not Storms.

"what Thou Wilt, When Thou Wilt, How Thou Wilt." I Had Rather Speak These Three Sentences From My Heart In My Mother Tongue Than Be Master Of All The Languages In Europe.