Dear brethren, do you groan within yourself, eagerly awaiting our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies (Rom. 8:23)? It is well you do. Let us have the confidence of Paul that God, having begun a good work in you, will bring it to completion (Phil. 1:6).

As Solomon asserts in Ecclesiastes, “the end of a matter is better than its beginning” (Ecc. 7:8).

Yes! While we are blessed to have been called, humbled to be among the elect, our life in these tents is fraught with tribulation. Yet our trials here cannot compare to what God has prepared for us (1 Cor. 2:9). And such should be our focus, remembering that nothing can separate us from God’s love for us (Rom. 8:38), and that Jesus has gone to prepare a place for us so He can come to take us to be with Him (Jn. 14:2-3).

Let us rejoice in this knowledge that, in the twinkling of an eye, we will be changed; we will put off this corruptible flesh and be clothed with incorruptible bodies (1 Cor. 15:52-54). Then we will go to be with Him forever, where there will no longer be pain nor tear, no illness or death, where God will be our temple and our sun; and indeed, the end of the salvation God wrought in Christ for us will be even better than the beginning!

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 30

"Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof." Ecclesiastes 7:8

Look at David's Lord and Master; see His beginning. He was despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. Would you see the end? He sits at His Father's right hand, expecting until His enemies be made his footstool. "As He is, so are we also in this world." You must bear the cross, or you shall never wear the crown; you must wade through the mire, or you shall never walk the golden pavement. Cheer up, then, poor Christian. "Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof." See that creeping worm, how contemptible its appearance! It is the beginning of a thing. Mark that insect with gorgeous wings, playing in the sunbeams, sipping at the flower bells, full of happiness and life; that is the end thereof. That caterpillar is yourself, until you are wrapped up in the chrysalis of death; but when Christ shall appear you shall be like Him, for you shall see Him as He is. Be content to be like Him, a worm and no man, that like Him you may be satisfied when you wake up in His likeness. That rough-looking diamond is put upon the wheel of the lapidary. He cuts it on all sides. It loses much- much that seemed costly to itself. The king is crowned; the diadem is put upon the monarch's head with trumpet's joyful sound. A glittering ray flashes from that coronet, and it beams from that very diamond which was just now so sorely vexed by the lapidary. You may venture to compare yourself to such a diamond, for you are one of God's people; and this is the time of the cutting process. Let faith and patience have their perfect work, for in the day when the crown shall be set upon the head of the King, Eternal, Immortal, Invisible, one ray of glory shall stream from you. "They shall be Mine," saith the Lord, "in the day when I make up My jewels." "Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof."

I am very thankful for this article. Thank you, The Biblical Man.

Yes, it is more painful when a parent outlives a Child or Children. I would never had made it without The Lord. When I lost my baby, many thought it strange that I named her. Sophie, was my baby.. The following year I lost my son, Justin. I remember going to "counseling" that didn't last long, once only. The way I made it through was God and others that had lost Children as well. The Compassionate Friends. I remember writing, I kept the writings, which were mostly poetry, with what I have of my son, Justin.


What Will You Build From the Wreckage?
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How sad, and the woman that asked for people not to comment...you know it's sad that they post when something like this happens, and the family finds out this way. I remember when my son's dad passed away. I'm glad that his uncle called him, right before he seen the damn post on Fake book.

How A Texas Welfare Check Turned Into a Grim Christmas Eve Discovery
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Where the Stars Walk With Us

Step softly.
The earth listens.

Look upward.
the old lights
Remember your name.

Do not hurry.
The path is long,
but it was placed here
with care.

Those who came before
still move beside you—
in the sway of your breath,
in the patience of your stride.

Let the night teach you:
strength is quiet,
kindness is steady,
and every small step
can carry a whole lineage.

When you feel alone,
lift your eyes.
If the stars are moving,
so are you.

Christian, is Christ living through you? Can you say with Paul, “it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me” (Gal. 2:20)?

It seems so easy to receive Christ, yet allowing Christ to live through us means difficulty. We will face tribulation; so said Christ (Jn. 16:33). Such trials should not drag us down, but build us up. If we are joyful in them, remembering that such trials bring growth (Jas. 1:2-4).

This is what it means to live our lives by faith in the Son of God (Gal. 2:20). Our circumstances do not rule us; we see beyond them. Our circumstances do not rob us of joy; our joy overcomes them. Our circumstances to not determine our responses; we look in faith to the One who bought us, and we allow Him to work through us regardless of the situation.

If we are to live by faith, our perspective must be an eternal one. Our focus must not be on the here and now, but on our destination. Thus we forget what is past and press on toward the goal (Phil. 3:13). We set our sights on our heavenly home, and we store up our treasures there.

This is how the giants of the faith listed in Hebrews 11 live their lives, recognizing that they were sojourners here, that this is not our permanent home. And so this is how we should live this life in the flesh, by faith in the Son of God who loved us and gave Himself up for us (Gal. 2:20).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 28

"The life which I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God." Galatians 2:20

When the Lord in mercy passed by and saw us in our blood, He first of all said, "Live"; and this He did first, because life is one of the absolutely essential things in spiritual matters, and until it be bestowed we are incapable of partaking in the things of the kingdom. Now the life which grace confers upon the saints at the moment of their quickening is none other than the life of Christ, which, like the sap from the stem, runs into us, the branches, and establishes a living connection between our souls and Jesus. Faith is the grace which perceives this union, having proceeded from it as its firstfruit. It is the neck which joins the body of the Church to its all-glorious Head.

Oh Faith! thou bond of union with the Lord,
Is not this office thine? and thy fit name,
In the economy of gospel types,
And symbols apposite- the Church's neck;
Identifying her in will and work
With Him ascended?

Faith lays hold upon the Lord Jesus with a firm and determined grasp. She knows His excellence and worth, and no temptation can induce her to repose her trust elsewhere; and Christ Jesus is so delighted with this heavenly grace, that He never ceases to strengthen and sustain her by the loving embrace and all-sufficient support of His eternal arms. Here, then, is established a living, sensible, and delightful union which casts forth streams of love, confidence, sympathy, complacency, and joy, whereof both the bride and bridegroom love to drink. When the soul can evidently perceive this oneness between itself and Christ, the pulse may be felt as beating for both, and the one blood as flowing through the veins of each. Then is the heart as near heaven as it can be on earth, and is prepared for the enjoyment of the most sublime and spiritual kind of fellowship.

Steven M. Lipscomb, a 42-year-old Marine Corps veteran and Purple Heart recipient wounded in Iraq during the 2004 Battle of Fallujah, embodied selfless heroism until his final moments. On November 8, 2025, while serving as section foreman at the Rolling Thunder Mine in Nicholas County, West Virginia, a sudden inrush of water flooded the underground shaft after breaching an adjacent abandoned mine. Lipscomb stayed behind to ensure his crew of 17 miners safely evacuated, sacrificing his own escape; he was the only one who did not make it out. After a six-day intensive rescue effort involving nonstop pumping and search teams, his body was recovered on November 13. Hailed as a hero by West Virginia Governor Patrick Morrisey, Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, and Vice President JD Vance (a fellow Marine), Lipscomb left behind his wife Heather and two teenage daughters, remembered for putting others first in both military service and civilian life.

Keeper of the Hidden Fire

From the night’s woven garden
The Raccoon listens—
a small heart carrying a vast sky.
Stars cling to his fur like stories
that refused to fade.

He wears the old mask.
not to deceive,
but to remember who we are
when names fall away.
Between leaf and shadow
He learns the language of crossings.

His paws glow with patient symbols.
marks of making-do,
of finding medicine in what was broken.
Color hums around him—
every petal a witness,
Every spark a vow.

Raccoon laughs softly at fear.
turns locks with kindness,
opens doors that shame once guarded.
He teaches the sacred art of survival:
bend, adapt, become.

When the cosmos leans close,
He gathers fragments—
lost songs, misplaced courage—
and tucks them back into the body
where they belong.

If he stands before you,
Do not rush.
Breathe.
He is asking whether you will trust
the wild intelligence within,
the hidden fire that knows
How to make a life from night.

The Blue Howl Between Worlds

From the deep breath of night you rise,
fur woven of sky-water and sacred smoke,
your throat lifting toward the unseen fire
where ancestors keep the first songs.

You do not howl in loneliness—
You call the stars by their old names.
names that remember us
Before we learned to forget ourselves.

Around you, feathers drift like spirits resting.
Each one a story released, not lost.
The wind listens.
The earth answers by holding still.

Your eyes are closed.
Yet you see farther than sight allows—
into the place where grief softens,
where broken hearts relearn their rhythm.

O Wolf of the Blue Path,
walker of mist and memory,
You teach us that strength can be gentle,
that silence can speak,
That pain can become a doorway.

When your voice rises,
The veil thins.
The living remember the dead.
The dead bless the living.

And for one trembling moment,
all worlds breathe together—
as one pack,
under one listening moon.
.
Artist and the storyteller: Elvis Becker

Her Hair, the River Remembers

Her hair flows like a river born of prayer.
carrying the breath of Mother Earth.
Each strand remembers mountains and clay.
The first footsteps pressed into sacred ground.

It sings with the voices of the ancestors.
low and steady as drums beneath the soil.
In its dark current lives the spirit of a people.
unbroken, listening, enduring.

When the wind moves through it,
The land itself seems to speak
of seasons braided together,
of loss held gently, of hope returning.

She stands, and the river becomes her crown.
Not owned, not divided, only alive.
In her hair, the earth finds its reflection.
And the soul of a native heart flows on.

Art by Serin Alar

Poem: Piahn

Isaiah prophesied hundreds of years prior to the event that, ”a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel” (Isa. 7:14). In miraculous manner the child would be conceived, like no one before, nor any after.

Then this prophecy was fulfilled, not in splendor, but in humble circumstances.

His parents were not royalty, but a carpenter and his betrothed.

The one who would be called “God with us” was not born in regal fashion, but in a barn where He was laid in an animal feeding trough. His crib was not of gold and fine linen, but of wood and hay.

The Lord of glory lay aside His majesty, and took the form of man, all so He could give His life “a ransom for many” (Mt. 20:28).

Let us remember today this reason we celebrate, and give Him the honor and glory He deserves.

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 25

"Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel." Isaiah 7:14

Let us today go down to Bethlehem, and in company with wondering shepherds and adoring Magi, let us see Him who was born King of the Jews, for we by faith can claim an interest in Him, and can sing, "Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given." Jesus is Jehovah incarnate, our Lord and our God, and yet our brother and friend; let us adore and admire. Let us notice at the very first glance His miraculous conception. It was a thing unheard of before, and unparalleled since, that a virgin should conceive and bear a Son. The first promise ran thus, "The seed of the woman", not the offspring of the man. Since venturous woman led the way in the sin which brought forth Paradise lost, she, and she alone, ushers in the Regainer of Paradise. Our Saviour, although truly man, was as to His human nature the Holy One of God. Let us reverently bow before the holy Child whose innocence restores to manhood its ancient glory; and let us pray that He may be formed in us, the hope of glory. Fail not to note His humble parentage. His mother has been described simply as "a virgin," not a princess, or prophetess, nor a matron of large estate. True the blood of kings ran in her veins; nor was her mind a weak and untaught one, for she could sing most sweetly a song of praise; but yet how humble her position, how poor the man to whom she stood affianced, and how miserable the accommodation afforded to the new-born King!

Immanuel, God with us in our nature, in our sorrow, in our lifework, in our punishment, in our grave, and now with us, or rather we with Him, in resurrection, ascension, triumph, and Second Advent splendour.

The Song That Grows Without Asking

The elders say
Creation begins where listening is gentle.
Nothing is forced to open—
It happens when patience is complete.

I was taught that care is a sacred act.
a way of tending what is fragile
until it remembers its own strength.
This is how harmony survives.

Some beauty is born quietly,
asking only for respect,
for the courage to nurture
without claiming ownership.

Life moves in shared breath—
one giving, one receiving—
each trusting the other
to keep the balance whole.

So I walk with gratitude in my hands,
offering what I can,
taking only what is needed,
knowing that growth is a prayer
answered not by demand,
but by devotion to the living circle.

Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Sep

Brethren, be strong, but realize our strength comes not from within. We can do all things, but we do them through Him who strengthens us (Phil. 4:13). God says, “I will strengthen you” (Isa. 41:10). Therefore, let us not fear, nor be anxious (Isa. 41:10).

At times we may feel weak, but this is when God’s strength is able to shine through. Paul explains this when he in his own weakness writes, “He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Cor. 12:9-10).

Let the power of God dwell in you (2 Cor. 12:9); let Christ live through you (Gal. 2:20). Be strong in the Lord and the power of His might (Eph. 6:10). Do not rely on your own strength, but humble yourself before God, and let Him exalt you when the time is right (1 Pet. 5:6).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 22

"I will strengthen thee." Isaiah 41:10

God has a strong reserve with which to discharge this engagement; for He is able to do all things. Believer, till thou canst drain dry the ocean of omnipotence, till thou canst break into pieces the towering mountains of almighty strength, thou never needest to fear. Think not that the strength of man shall ever be able to overcome the power of God. Whilst the earth's huge pillars stand, thou hast enough reason to abide firm in thy faith. The same God who directs the earth in its orbit, who feeds the burning furnace of the sun, and trims the lamps of heaven, has promised to supply thee with daily strength. While He is able to uphold the universe, dream not that He will prove unable to fulfil His own promises. Remember what He did in the days of old, in the former generations. Remember how He spake and it was done; how He commanded, and it stood fast. Shall He that created the world grow weary? He hangeth the world upon nothing; shall He who doth this be unable to support His children? Shall He be unfaithful to His word for want of power? Who is it that restrains the tempest? Doth not He ride upon the wings of the wind, and make the clouds His chariots, and hold the ocean in the hollow of His hand? How can He fail thee? When He has put such a faithful promise as this on record, wilt thou for a moment indulge the thought that He has outpromised Himself, and gone beyond His power to fulfil? Ah, no! Thou canst doubt no longer.

O thou who art my God and my strength, I can believe that this promise shall be fulfilled, for the boundless reservoir of Thy grace can never be exhausted, and the overflowing storehouse of Thy strength can never be emptied by Thy friends or rifled by Thine enemies.

"Now let the feeble all be strong,
And make Jehovah's arm their song."

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Christian, there are some who believe salvation is a tenuous proposition, and that there are ways in which, once obtained, it may be lost. Do not be shaken by such belief, as it aligns neither with God’s character nor His word.

Jesus stated as much when He exclaimed of His own, “I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand” (Jn. 10:27-29).

Paul with assurance of his security in Christ proclaimed, “He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus” (Phil. 1:6). It is God who begins the work in us, and it is God who completes it. How then can it fail?

Jesus is able to save “forever” those who come to God through Him (Heb. 7:25). He is able to make you stand in God’s presence blameless (Jude 1:24). You were sealed with His Holy Spirit (2 Cor. 1:22; Eph. 1:13, 4:30) who is a pledge of our salvation. Who can come between us and Christ? Who is able to evict His Spirit from our hearts?

Take comfort my brethren, and be joyful! Your salvation is not dependent upon you and your effort, but on God who is the giver of this great gift. God did not save you to because of your effort, but because of His mercy (Tit. 3:5), how then shall we lose it? For our salvation “does not depend on the man who wills or the man who runs, but on God who has mercy” (Rom. 9:16).

Therefore, let us rejoice, and each of us remember of God, as said King David, “He has made an everlasting covenant with me” (2 Sam. 23:5).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 21

"Yet He hath made with me an everlasting covenant." 2 Samuel 23:5

This covenant is divine in its origin. "HE hath made with me an everlasting covenant." Oh that great word HE! Stop, my soul. God, the everlasting Father, has positively made a covenant with thee; yes, that God who spake the world into existence by a word; He, stooping from His majesty, takes hold of thy hand and makes a covenant with thee. Is it not a deed, the stupendous condescension of which might ravish our hearts for ever if we could really understand it? "HE hath made with me a covenant." A king has not made a covenant with me- that were somewhat; but the Prince of the kings of the earth, Shaddai, the Lord All-sufficient, the Jehovah of ages, the everlasting Elohim, "He hath made with me an everlasting covenant." But notice, it is particular in its application. "Yet hath He made with ME an everlasting covenant." Here lies the sweetness of it to each believer. It is nought for me that He made peace for the world; I want to know whether He made peace for me! It is little that He hath made a covenant, I want to know whether He has made a covenant with me. Blessed is the assurance that He hath made a covenant with me! If God the Holy Ghost gives me assurance of this, then His salvation is mine, His heart is mine, He Himself is mine- He is my God.

This covenant is everlasting in its duration. An everlasting covenant means a covenant which had no beginning, and which shall never, never end. How sweet amidst all the uncertainties of life, to know that "the foundation of the Lord standeth sure," and to have God's own promise, "My covenant will I not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips." Like dying David, I will sing of this, even though my house be not so with God as my heart desireth.

I Am the Bear

I do not rush.
The world can wait.

I was born from seasons,
from snow that remembers footsteps,
from fire that teaches when to rest.
My strength is not loud.
It is patient.

I stand where fear slows down.
Where breath becomes honest.
Those who meet my eyes feel it
the weight of being seen without judgment.

I carry the dark the way earth carries roots.
Not to hide them,
but to hold them steady.

When anger comes, I do not chase it away.
I let it pass through my chest
until it learns its true name:
Grief is asking to be protected.

I know when to fight.
I know when to sleep.
That knowing is my power.

The ancestors speak to me in long silences.
In caves.
In winter.
In the moments when the heart stops pretending to be small.

If you feel drawn to me,
It is not because you need more strength.
It is because you are ready to stand still
and trust it has already grown.

I am the Bear.
I do not follow the path.

I become it.

Isaiah
Chapter 23

1 The burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish; for it is laid waste, so that there is no house, no entering in: from the land of Chittim it is revealed to them.

2 Be still, ye inhabitants of the isle; thou whom the merchants of Zidon, that pass over the sea, have replenished.

3 And by great waters the seed of Sihor, the harvest of the river, is her revenue; and she is a mart of nations.

4 Be thou ashamed, O Zidon: for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

5 As at the report concerning Egypt, so shall they be sorely pained at the report of Tyre.

6 Pass ye over to Tarshish; howl, ye inhabitants of the isle.

7 Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

8 Who hath taken this counsel against Tyre, the crowning city, whose merchants are princes, whose traffickers are the honourable of the earth?

9 The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

10 Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

11 He stretched out his hand over the sea, he shook the kingdoms: the LORD hath given a commandment against the merchant city, to destroy the strong holds thereof.

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

13 Behold the land of the Chaldeans; this people was not, till the Assyrian founded it for them that dwell in the wilderness: they set up the towers thereof, they raised up the palaces thereof; and he brought it to ruin.

14 Howl, ye ships of Tarshish: for your strength is laid waste.

15 And it shall come to pass in that day, that Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, according to the days of one king: after the end of seventy years shall Tyre sing as an harlot.

16 Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

17 And it shall come to pass after the end of seventy years, that the LORD will visit Tyre, and she shall turn to her hire, and shall commit fornication with all the kingdoms of the world upon the face of the earth.

18 And her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the LORD: it shall not be treasured nor laid up; for her merchandise shall be for them that dwell before the LORD, to eat sufficiently, and for durable clothing.

When the Drum Speaks

At dusk, the drum remembers the earth.
It's a slow breath rising from the hand and the hide.
Each beat is an ancestor
walking quietly home.

The old ones said:
“Before words, there was rhythm.”

Life was simple then
Fire, water, shared silence.
Feet knew the ground,
Hearts knew where they belonged.

The drum does not call us forward.
It calls us back
to live gently,
to remember.

Art by Serin Alar

🖊Poem: Piahn

Dear brethren, consider how great a love our Heavenly Father has bestowed upon us, that we should be called “children of God” (1 Jn. 3:1). For, “In love He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to Himself” (Eph. 1:4-5).

We would not know love if not for Him. After all, “we love, because He first loved us” (1 Jn. 4:19). We did not love Him first; we could not. As John wrote, “In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins” (1 Jn. 4:10).

If ever you question that love, remember Paul’s words similar to John’s: “God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” (Rom. 5:8).

What a comforting and consoling message. Never forget that “neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom. 8:38-39).

For God Himself says, “I have loved you with an everlasting love” (Jer. 31:3). We should marvel at this, because we have done nothing to earn that love.

Let us then love Him, and love one another, for if we do not love one another whom we can see, we cannot claim to love Him whom we cannot see (1 Jn. 4:20). “And this commandment we have from Him, that the one who loves God should love his brother also” (1 Jn. 4:21).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, December 20

"Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love." Jeremiah 31:3

Sometimes the Lord Jesus tells His Church His love thoughts. "He does not think it enough behind her back to tell it, but in her very presence He says, 'Thou art all fair, my love.' It is true, this is not His ordinary method; He is a wise lover, and knows when to keep back the intimation of love and when to let it out; but there are times when He will make no secret of it; times when He will put it beyond all dispute in the souls of His people" (R. Erskine's Sermons). The Holy Spirit is often pleased, in a most gracious manner, to witness with our spirits of the love of Jesus. He takes of the things of Christ and reveals them unto us. No voice is heard from the clouds, and no vision is seen in the night, but we have a testimony more sure than either of these. If an angel should fly from heaven and inform the saint personally of the Saviour's love to him, the evidence would not be one whit more satisfactory than that which is borne in the heart by the Holy Ghost. Ask those of the Lord's people who have lived the nearest to the gates of heaven, and they will tell you that they have had seasons when the love of Christ towards them has been a fact so clear and sure, that they could no more doubt it than they could question their own existence. Yes, beloved believer, you and I have had times of refreshing from the presence of the Lord, and then our faith has mounted to the topmost heights of assurance. We have had confidence to lean our heads upon the bosom of our Lord, and we have no more questioned our Master's affection to us than John did when in that blessed posture; nay, nor so much: for the dark question, "Lord, is it I that shall betray thee?" has been put far from us. He has kissed us with the kisses of His mouth, and killed our doubts by the closeness of His embrace. His love has been sweeter than wine to our souls.

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Wing of the Ancients

Step lightly.
daughter of dawn.
The earth remembers
every quiet footfall.

Carry the kindness
those before you
pressed into your hands.

Hold the strength
that lives beneath sorrow,
steady as breath,
simple as being.

Know this truth:
You do not walk alone.
Even the wind
keeps faith
with those who listen.

When your path narrows,
Lift your face.
The ancestors
have already widened
the sky.

Video Sermon #kjv #kingjamesbible #bible #scripture Pastor Bryan Denlinger - Do You Weep For Your Nation? - The #scriptures talk a lot about weeping over national #sins. Do you find yourself struggling with sorrow, when remembering how your nation USED to be? Do you weep when you realize that you personally cannot change how things are going in this current world? In this sermon Pastor Bryan will be covering many of the scriptures that deal with the sorrow felt from seeing a nation falling. https://youtu.be/e5eMV40sa1w?si=vldk9bWPC5qwsB56

We need to remember that Christ is the reason we celebrate Christmas....it's not meant to be chaos, or ti be a hardship for parents... thank you, Chad.

DAMN ANOTHER PSYOP...REMEMBER WE JUST WENT THROUGH SEVERAL WITHIN THE LAST FEW DAYS. REMEMBER THIS LIE MEANS THE DEMONS ARE DOING SOMETHING ELSE. THEY COULD NOT SAY IT WAS SHOT. THEY ALREADY USED THAT WITH CANDICE AND THE ACTRESS. I thought that pedophile was dead anyway.

We all want the satisfaction of solid food, and that is quite understandable. But, if we remember that we are to disciple believers as a teacher would a child, we should be providing milk, and that includes what we use for our own learning. There is nothing wrong with “going back to the basics”, and, in fact, it should be a regular part of learning. And, that means that it should not be regarded as demeaning, for we are all still learning to walk daily with the Lord.


----Learning2walkdaily
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