Our Creature Comforts

What We Count The Ills Of Life Are Often Blessings In Disguise, Resulting In Good To Us In The End. Though For The Present Not Joyous But Grievous, Yet, If Received In A Right Spirit, They Work Out Fruits Of Righteousness For Us At Last.

When Christ Was About To Leave The World, He Made His Will. His Soul He Committed To His Father; His Body He Bequeathed To Joseph To Be Decently Interred; His Clothes Fell To The Soldiers; His Mother He Left To The Care Of John; But What Should He Leave To His Poor Disciples That Had Left All For Him? Silver And Gold He Had None; But He Left Them That Which Was Infinitely Better, His Peace.

Riches, In The Hands Of A Man That Is Wise And Generous, Are Good For Something, But In The Hands Of A Sordid, Sneaking, Covetous Miser, They Are Good For Nothing.

We Cannot Expect Too Little From Man Nor Too Much From God.

Hope For The Best, Get Ready For The Worst, And Then Take What God Chooses To Send.