There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths which come about us like birds seeking inlet but we are shut up to them and so they bring us nothing but sit and sing awhile upon the roof and then fly away.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
Discernment is God's call to intercession never to faultfinding.
Those who trust to chance must abide by the results of chance.
