Trials & Triumphs
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true & the faithful
Vict'ry is promised thru' grace.
Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.
If you find a path with no obstacles -- it is probably a path that doesn't lead anywhere.
I thank Thee more that all our joy is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours, that thorns remain;
So that Earth's bliss may be our guide, & not our chain.
The best way to forget your own problem is to help someone else solve his.
I once learned a lesson from a dog we had. My father used to put a bit of meat on the floor near the dog and say, "No!" and the dog knew he must not touch it. But he never looked at the meat. He seemed to feel that if he did so, the temptation to disobey would be too great, so he looked steadily at my father's face. There is a lesson for us all. Always look up to the Master's face.
Are you contributing to the solution? Or are you a part of the problem?
A bee keeper tells a story of a hive - how, when the little bee is in the first stage, it is put into a hexagonal cell, and enough honey is stored there for its use until it reaches maturity. The honey is sealed with a capsule of wax, and when the tiny bee has fed itself on the honey and exhausted the supply, the time has come for it to emerge into the open. But, oh, the wrestle, the tussle, the straining to get through that wax! It is the strait gate for the bee, so strait that in the agony of exit the bee rubs off the membrane that hid its wings, and on the other side is able to fly!
The test of tolerance comes when we are in a majority.
The test of courage comes when we are in a minority.
Times of great calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt comes from the darkest storm.
The easy roads are crowded, and the level roads are jammed;
The pleasant little rivers with the drifting folks are crammed,
But off yonder where it's rocky where you get a better view,
You will find the ranks are thinning and the travelers are few.
Where the going's smooth and pleasant you will always find the throng,
For the many, more's the pity, seem to like to drift along;
But the steps that call for courage, and that task that's hard to do,
In the end results in glory for the never-wavering few.
Always remember to forget the things that made you sad, but never forget to remember the things that made you glad.
"My burden is too heavy, Lord," I tremblingly said.
"I can no further carry it!" and tears I shed.
Then came a sudden cry for help from one sore pressed;
I ran to seek him, gladly gave him of my best.
Then thought I of my heavy burden - but, lo! 'twas gone!
The gloom and doubt had vanished quite and Love's light shone.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
That shadows a dry thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand.
I'm a live one!
This is the story of Old Sam and Master Jackson. Master Jackson was a rich young plantation owner in the south. His faithful slave, Old Sam, was a Christian and had served Master Jackson his whole life as did his parents. Master Jackson was a non-believer in Christ and one day asked Old Sam, "Sam, how come you are a Christian and I am not and you have so many more troubles than I do?" Old Sam replied, "Hum, well boss, I'll have to pray about that one." A few days later they heard ducks flying by and Master Jackson said to Old Sam, "Grab the guns, Sam, its duck hunting season!" They began to shoot at the ducks as they flew by and Master Jackson yelled, "Bag the live ones, bag the live ones, leave the dead ones lay!" He knew that the ones that were still alive would try to fly away so they bagged them first. After a few hours of this Old Sam came walking up with a bag full of ducks and a big grin and said, "I got the answer to your question, boss, see.. I'm a live one, the devils afraid I'm going to get away, your a dead one, he's already got you, he's not a bit worried about you!"
The meaning of trial is not only to test worthiness, but to increase it; as the oak is not only tested by the storms, but toughened by them.
There is a law that I am learning that is helping me each day,
That our Lord sends something better for each thing He takes away.
Thomas A. Edison's plant was on fire. As he helplessly watched it burn, taking his costly experiments up in flames, he called his son Charles. "Come!" he said. "You'll never see anything like this again!" Then he called his wife. As the three stood gazing, Edison said, "There go all our mistakes. Now we can start over afresh." In two weeks he started rebuilding the plant, and it was not long before he invented the phonograph.
Two frogs fell into a can of cream, or so I've heard it told;
The sides of the can were shiny and steep, the cream was deep and cold.
"O, what's the use?" croaked No.1. "Tis fate; no help's around.
Goodbye, my friends! This is the end." and weeping still, he drowned.
But No.2, he wasn't through, dog paddled in surprise,
The while he wiped his creamy face and dried his creamy eyes.
"I'll swim awhile, at least," - or so I've heard he said;
"It really wouldn't help the world if one more frog were dead."
An hour or two he kicked and swam, not once he stopped to mutter,
But kicked and swam then hopped right out,
He'd churned that cream to butter!
T. C. Hamlet
The only thing worse than a quitter is the man who is afraid to begin.
I've shut the door on yesterday - its sorrows and mistakes;
I've locked within its gloomy walls past failures and heartaches.
And now I throw the key away to seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles and every springtime bloom...
I've shut the door on yesterday and thrown the key away -
Tomorrow holds no fears for me, since I have found today.
Vivien Yeiser Laramore
The blue of Heaven is larger than the clouds.
It cost Abraham the willingness to yield his only son.
It cost Esther the risk of her life.
It cost Daniel being cast into the den of lions.
It cost Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego being put in a fiery furnace.
It cost Stephen death by stoning.
It cost Peter a martyr's death.
It cost Jesus His life.
Does it cost you anything?
He who receives scars for Christ here will wear stars with Christ there.
Perhaps you heard about the Yandee shoe salesman who went to Africa & wired his manufacturer, "I want to come home. Nobody wears shoes in this part of Africa." So they brought him home & sent another salesman who shipped back order after order. He wrote the home office, "Everybody here needs shoes!"
It is usually not so much the greatness of our troubles as the littleness of our spirit which causes us to complain.
When Robert the Bruce, the famous emancipator of Scotland, was fleeing from his enemies, he sought refuge in a cave. Although they were hot on his trail, when they reached his hideout a spider had built a web over the mouth of the cave. His pursuers concluded that he could not have entered without first destroying the web. Naturally they presumed that he had fled elsewhere. no wonder Bruce prayed, "O God, I thank Thee that in the tiny bowels of a spider you can save for me a shelter, and send the spider in time to place it for my protection."
I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for Me? Jeremiah 32:27
We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the power may be of God, & not of us. 2Corinthians 4:7
Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all. Psalm 34:19