• DOGE equals RAGE (Retire All Government Employees), and is the unholy design of Curtis Yarvin which Musk is executing in order to gut the government and replace it with spiderweb oligarch corporate AI fueled feudalism—A new “software model” for world control. The world will devolve into a a place where our time is spent in virtual worlds in order to escape the hell-on-earth real one. What the real world will look like from Stay Slick

    What this will look like from Stay Slick:

    In the Technate’s framework, money is secondary to control. It’s not about wealth—it’s about governance through engineered scarcity, algorithmic management, and total control over participation.

    -No elections. Just platform governance.

    -No citizenship. Just digital access.

    -No rights. Just Terms of Service.

    You do not vote, you subscribe. You do not have rights, you have privileges that can be revoked. You do not have representation, you have AI-led arbitration.

    A world where:

    -Housing, food, and healthcare exist—but only within their network.

    -Your participation in society depends on your compliance.

    -Every transaction, every movement, every thought is recorded and scored.

    Source: https://heyslick.substack.com/p/the-technate-of-north-america
    DOGE equals RAGE (Retire All Government Employees), and is the unholy design of Curtis Yarvin which Musk is executing in order to gut the government and replace it with spiderweb oligarch corporate AI fueled feudalism—A new “software model” for world control. The world will devolve into a a place where our time is spent in virtual worlds in order to escape the hell-on-earth real one. What the real world will look like from Stay Slick What this will look like from Stay Slick: In the Technate’s framework, money is secondary to control. It’s not about wealth—it’s about governance through engineered scarcity, algorithmic management, and total control over participation. -No elections. Just platform governance. -No citizenship. Just digital access. -No rights. Just Terms of Service. You do not vote, you subscribe. You do not have rights, you have privileges that can be revoked. You do not have representation, you have AI-led arbitration. A world where: -Housing, food, and healthcare exist—but only within their network. -Your participation in society depends on your compliance. -Every transaction, every movement, every thought is recorded and scored. Source: https://heyslick.substack.com/p/the-technate-of-north-america
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Morning, August 7

    "The upright love Thee" Song of Solomon 1:4

    Believers love Jesus with a deeper affection then they dare to give to any other being. They would sooner lose father and mother then part with Christ. They hold all earthly comforts with a loose hand, but they carry Him fast locked in their bosoms. They voluntarily deny themselves for His sake, but they are not to be driven to deny Him. It is scant love which the fire of persecution can dry up; the true believer's love is a deeper stream than this. Men have laboured to divide the faithful from their Master, but their attempts have been fruitless in every age. Neither crowns of honour, nor frowns of anger, have untied this more than Gordian knot. This is no every-day attachment which the world's power may at length dissolve. Neither man nor devil have found a key which opens this lock. Never has the craft of Satan been more at fault than when he has exercised it in seeking to rend in sunder this union of two divinely welded hearts. It is written, and nothing can blot out the sentence, "The upright love Thee." The intensity of the love of the upright, however, is not so much to be judged by what it appears as by what the upright long for. It is our daily lament that we cannot love enough. Would that our hearts were capable of holding more, and reaching further. Like Samuel Rutherford, we sigh and cry, "Oh, for as much love as would go round about the earth, and over heaven- yea, the heaven of heavens, and ten thousand worlds- that I might let all out upon fair, fair, only fair Christ." Alas! our longest reach is but a span of love, and our affection is but as a drop of a bucket compared with His deserts. Measure our love by our intentions, and it is high indeed; 'tis thus, we trust, our Lord doth judge of it. Oh, that we could give all the love in all hearts in one great mass, a gathering together of all loves to Him who is altogether lovely!
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Morning, August 7 "The upright love Thee" Song of Solomon 1:4 Believers love Jesus with a deeper affection then they dare to give to any other being. They would sooner lose father and mother then part with Christ. They hold all earthly comforts with a loose hand, but they carry Him fast locked in their bosoms. They voluntarily deny themselves for His sake, but they are not to be driven to deny Him. It is scant love which the fire of persecution can dry up; the true believer's love is a deeper stream than this. Men have laboured to divide the faithful from their Master, but their attempts have been fruitless in every age. Neither crowns of honour, nor frowns of anger, have untied this more than Gordian knot. This is no every-day attachment which the world's power may at length dissolve. Neither man nor devil have found a key which opens this lock. Never has the craft of Satan been more at fault than when he has exercised it in seeking to rend in sunder this union of two divinely welded hearts. It is written, and nothing can blot out the sentence, "The upright love Thee." The intensity of the love of the upright, however, is not so much to be judged by what it appears as by what the upright long for. It is our daily lament that we cannot love enough. Would that our hearts were capable of holding more, and reaching further. Like Samuel Rutherford, we sigh and cry, "Oh, for as much love as would go round about the earth, and over heaven- yea, the heaven of heavens, and ten thousand worlds- that I might let all out upon fair, fair, only fair Christ." Alas! our longest reach is but a span of love, and our affection is but as a drop of a bucket compared with His deserts. Measure our love by our intentions, and it is high indeed; 'tis thus, we trust, our Lord doth judge of it. Oh, that we could give all the love in all hearts in one great mass, a gathering together of all loves to Him who is altogether lovely!
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  • 7.30.25: TRUTH is spreading while under CONSTANT ATTACK, Earthquakes, shootings, PAIN, Pray!
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    7.30.25: TRUTH is spreading while under CONSTANT ATTACK, Earthquakes, shootings, PAIN, Pray! https://rumble.com/v6ww372-7.30.25-truth-is-spreading-while-under-constant-attack-earthquakes-shooting.html
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Evening, August 6

    "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen." Psalm 72:19

    This is a large petition. To intercede for a whole city needs a stretch of faith, and there are times when a prayer for one man is enough to stagger us. But how far-reaching was the psalmist's dying intercession! How comprehensive! How sublime! "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory." It doth not exempt a single country however crushed by the foot of superstition; it doth not exclude a single nation however barbarous. For the cannibal as well as for the civilized, for all climes and races this prayer is uttered: the whole circle of the earth it encompasses, and omits no son of Adam. We must be up and doing for our Master, or we cannot honestly offer such a prayer. The petition is not asked with a sincere heart unless we endeavour, as God shall help us, to extend the kingdom of our Master. Are there not some who neglect both to plead and to labour? Reader, is it your prayer? Turn your eyes to Calvary. Behold the Lord of Life nailed to a cross, with the thorn-crown about His brow, with bleeding head, and hands, and feet. What! can you look upon this miracle of miracles, the death of the Son of God, without feeling within your bosom a marvellous adoration that language never can express? And when you feel the blood applied to your conscience, and know that He has blotted out your sins, you are not a man unless you start from your knees and cry, "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen." Can you bow before the Crucified in loving homage, and not wish to see your Monarch master of the world? Out on you if you can pretend to love your Prince, and desire not to see Him the universal ruler. Your piety is worthless unless it leads you to wish that the same mercy which has been extended to you may bless the whole world. Lord, it is harvest-time, put in Thy sickle and reap.
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Evening, August 6 "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen." Psalm 72:19 This is a large petition. To intercede for a whole city needs a stretch of faith, and there are times when a prayer for one man is enough to stagger us. But how far-reaching was the psalmist's dying intercession! How comprehensive! How sublime! "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory." It doth not exempt a single country however crushed by the foot of superstition; it doth not exclude a single nation however barbarous. For the cannibal as well as for the civilized, for all climes and races this prayer is uttered: the whole circle of the earth it encompasses, and omits no son of Adam. We must be up and doing for our Master, or we cannot honestly offer such a prayer. The petition is not asked with a sincere heart unless we endeavour, as God shall help us, to extend the kingdom of our Master. Are there not some who neglect both to plead and to labour? Reader, is it your prayer? Turn your eyes to Calvary. Behold the Lord of Life nailed to a cross, with the thorn-crown about His brow, with bleeding head, and hands, and feet. What! can you look upon this miracle of miracles, the death of the Son of God, without feeling within your bosom a marvellous adoration that language never can express? And when you feel the blood applied to your conscience, and know that He has blotted out your sins, you are not a man unless you start from your knees and cry, "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen." Can you bow before the Crucified in loving homage, and not wish to see your Monarch master of the world? Out on you if you can pretend to love your Prince, and desire not to see Him the universal ruler. Your piety is worthless unless it leads you to wish that the same mercy which has been extended to you may bless the whole world. Lord, it is harvest-time, put in Thy sickle and reap.
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Morning, August 6

    "Watchman, what of the night?" Isaiah 21:11

    What enemies are abroad? Errors are a numerous horde, and new ones appear every hour: against what heresy am I to be on my guard? Sins creep from their lurking places when the darkness reigns; I must myself mount the watch-tower, and watch unto prayer. Our heavenly Protector foresees all the attacks which are about to be made upon us, and when as yet the evil designed us is but in the desire of Satan, He prays for us that our faith fail not, when we are sifted as wheat. Continue O gracious Watchman, to forewarn us of our foes, and for Zion's sake hold not thy peace.

    "Watchman, what of the night?" What weather is coming for the Church? Are the clouds lowering, or is it all clear and fair overhead? We must care for the Church of God with anxious love; and now that Popery and infidelity are both threatening, let us observe the signs of the times and prepare for conflict.

    "Watchman, what of the night?" What stars are visible?What precious promises suit our present case? You sound the alarm, give us the consolation also. Christ, the polestar, is ever fixed in His place, and all the stars are secure in the right hand of their Lord.

    But watchman, when comes the morning? The Bridegroom tarries. Are there no signs of His coming forth as the Sun of Righteousness? Has not the morning star arisen as the pledge of day? When will the day dawn, and the shadows flee away? O Jesus, if Thou come not in person to Thy waiting Church this day, yet come in Spirit to my sighing heart, and make it sing for joy.

    "Now all the earth is bright and glad
    With the fresh morn;
    But all my heart is cold, and dark and sad:
    Sun of the soul, let me behold Thy dawn!
    Come, Jesus, Lord,
    O quickly come, according to Thy word."
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Morning, August 6 "Watchman, what of the night?" Isaiah 21:11 What enemies are abroad? Errors are a numerous horde, and new ones appear every hour: against what heresy am I to be on my guard? Sins creep from their lurking places when the darkness reigns; I must myself mount the watch-tower, and watch unto prayer. Our heavenly Protector foresees all the attacks which are about to be made upon us, and when as yet the evil designed us is but in the desire of Satan, He prays for us that our faith fail not, when we are sifted as wheat. Continue O gracious Watchman, to forewarn us of our foes, and for Zion's sake hold not thy peace. "Watchman, what of the night?" What weather is coming for the Church? Are the clouds lowering, or is it all clear and fair overhead? We must care for the Church of God with anxious love; and now that Popery and infidelity are both threatening, let us observe the signs of the times and prepare for conflict. "Watchman, what of the night?" What stars are visible?What precious promises suit our present case? You sound the alarm, give us the consolation also. Christ, the polestar, is ever fixed in His place, and all the stars are secure in the right hand of their Lord. But watchman, when comes the morning? The Bridegroom tarries. Are there no signs of His coming forth as the Sun of Righteousness? Has not the morning star arisen as the pledge of day? When will the day dawn, and the shadows flee away? O Jesus, if Thou come not in person to Thy waiting Church this day, yet come in Spirit to my sighing heart, and make it sing for joy. "Now all the earth is bright and glad With the fresh morn; But all my heart is cold, and dark and sad: Sun of the soul, let me behold Thy dawn! Come, Jesus, Lord, O quickly come, according to Thy word."
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  • I remember when the periodical chart in Chemistry class was three elements; Earth, Fire, and Water.
    I remember when the periodical chart in Chemistry class was three elements; Earth, Fire, and Water.
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  • Whisperwing, the Spirit of Night Blooms

    Long ago, when the Earth was young and the stars were still learning to dance, there lived a guardian spirit named Whisperwing, a sacred night butterfly born of moonlight and flower dreams. Her wings shimmered with the glow of dusk, painted in deep blues and violets—colors only seen in the quietest part of night.

    Whisperwing was created by Lunoma, the Moon Maiden, to carry messages between the spirit world and the dreams of the living. She fluttered through midnight meadows and across sleeping forests, her wings stirring wind that whispered secrets into flowers, guiding lost souls home.

    Every petal she touched would bloom with sacred light, and every shadow she passed through would remember her path. The stars watched her in awe, calling her "The Silent Flame", for she burned with no fire, but illuminated hearts.

    It was said that if you saw Whisperwing in your dreams, your soul was being chosen—for healing, for transformation, or for a journey. Elders taught that when the crescent moon rose high and the air smelled of wild lavender, you must leave a bowl of water and flowers by your door. If Whisperwing passed, the petals would float, and a new path would open in your life by morning.

    To this day, her legend lives on. Many Native dreamweavers still embroider her wings onto their blankets and sing to her under starlit skies:

    "Fly, Whisperwing, through sky and root,
    Bearer of truth on violet flute.
    Where moonlight dances, there you roam,
    Guide our spirit gently home."

    And so she flies—forever between the veil of night and bloom, unseen, yet always felt.

    #nativeamericanwisdom
    Whisperwing, the Spirit of Night Blooms Long ago, when the Earth was young and the stars were still learning to dance, there lived a guardian spirit named Whisperwing, a sacred night butterfly born of moonlight and flower dreams. Her wings shimmered with the glow of dusk, painted in deep blues and violets—colors only seen in the quietest part of night. Whisperwing was created by Lunoma, the Moon Maiden, to carry messages between the spirit world and the dreams of the living. She fluttered through midnight meadows and across sleeping forests, her wings stirring wind that whispered secrets into flowers, guiding lost souls home. Every petal she touched would bloom with sacred light, and every shadow she passed through would remember her path. The stars watched her in awe, calling her "The Silent Flame", for she burned with no fire, but illuminated hearts. It was said that if you saw Whisperwing in your dreams, your soul was being chosen—for healing, for transformation, or for a journey. Elders taught that when the crescent moon rose high and the air smelled of wild lavender, you must leave a bowl of water and flowers by your door. If Whisperwing passed, the petals would float, and a new path would open in your life by morning. To this day, her legend lives on. Many Native dreamweavers still embroider her wings onto their blankets and sing to her under starlit skies: "Fly, Whisperwing, through sky and root, Bearer of truth on violet flute. Where moonlight dances, there you roam, Guide our spirit gently home." And so she flies—forever between the veil of night and bloom, unseen, yet always felt. #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • Job
    Chapter 11

    1 Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and said,

    2 Should not the multitude of words be answered? and should a man full of talk be justified?

    3 Should thy lies make men hold their peace? and when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?

    4 For thou hast said, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine eyes.

    5 But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against thee;

    6 And that he would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

    7 Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection?

    8 It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know?

    9 The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.

    10 If he cut off, and shut up, or gather together, then who can hinder him?

    11 For he knoweth vain men: he seeth wickedness also; will he not then consider it?

    12 For vain man would be wise, though man be born like a wild ass's colt.

    13 If thou prepare thine heart, and stretch out thine hands toward him;

    14 If iniquity be in thine hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in thy tabernacles.

    15 For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:

    16 Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:

    17 And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.

    18 And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety.

    19 Also thou shalt lie down, and none shall make thee afraid; yea, many shall make suit unto thee.

    20 But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.
    Job Chapter 11 1 Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and said, 2 Should not the multitude of words be answered? and should a man full of talk be justified? 3 Should thy lies make men hold their peace? and when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed? 4 For thou hast said, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine eyes. 5 But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against thee; 6 And that he would shew thee the secrets of wisdom, that they are double to that which is! Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth. 7 Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? 8 It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? 9 The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea. 10 If he cut off, and shut up, or gather together, then who can hinder him? 11 For he knoweth vain men: he seeth wickedness also; will he not then consider it? 12 For vain man would be wise, though man be born like a wild ass's colt. 13 If thou prepare thine heart, and stretch out thine hands toward him; 14 If iniquity be in thine hand, put it far away, and let not wickedness dwell in thy tabernacles. 15 For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear: 16 Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away: 17 And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning. 18 And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety. 19 Also thou shalt lie down, and none shall make thee afraid; yea, many shall make suit unto thee. 20 But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.
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  • Whispers Beneath the Moon

    In a meadow where the wildflowers glowed blue beneath the light of the full moon, two sisters stood side by side, their dark hair flowing like rivers of night. They were wrapped in sacred robes woven by their grandmother, stitched with strands of spirit and sky.

    Their names were Taya and Suni, daughters of the Moonwatcher Clan, known for their wisdom in reading the stars and listening to the whispers of the land. Tonight was no ordinary night. It was the Night of Remembering, when the veil between the past and present grew thin and the voices of the ancestors could be heard in the rustle of pine and the shimmer of stardust.

    As they gazed at the glowing moon, Taya whispered, “Can you hear them, Suni?”

    The younger sister nodded slowly. “They are singing.”

    The sky above swirled in purples and blues, the stars glittering like ancient eyes watching over them. A faint melody filled the air—not with instruments, but with memory. It was the song their mother used to sing at bedtime, the one passed down for generations. A lullaby of healing, of journeys across forests, of waiting under the moon for signs from the Great Spirit.

    Taya closed her eyes and placed a hand over her heart. “They are guiding us,” she said softly. “We are not alone.”

    Behind them, the forest stood like guardians, tall and silent. The sisters knew that tomorrow would bring challenges. The world outside their homeland was changing, forgetting, moving too fast. But here—beneath the moon—they remembered who they were.

    Daughters of the Earth. Carriers of old songs. Watchers of the sky.

    And in that sacred moment, the night sky pulsed with color, the stars danced a little brighter, and the spirits smiled—knowing that the story would live on through these two young souls.

    #nativeamericanwisdom
    Whispers Beneath the Moon In a meadow where the wildflowers glowed blue beneath the light of the full moon, two sisters stood side by side, their dark hair flowing like rivers of night. They were wrapped in sacred robes woven by their grandmother, stitched with strands of spirit and sky. Their names were Taya and Suni, daughters of the Moonwatcher Clan, known for their wisdom in reading the stars and listening to the whispers of the land. Tonight was no ordinary night. It was the Night of Remembering, when the veil between the past and present grew thin and the voices of the ancestors could be heard in the rustle of pine and the shimmer of stardust. As they gazed at the glowing moon, Taya whispered, “Can you hear them, Suni?” The younger sister nodded slowly. “They are singing.” The sky above swirled in purples and blues, the stars glittering like ancient eyes watching over them. A faint melody filled the air—not with instruments, but with memory. It was the song their mother used to sing at bedtime, the one passed down for generations. A lullaby of healing, of journeys across forests, of waiting under the moon for signs from the Great Spirit. Taya closed her eyes and placed a hand over her heart. “They are guiding us,” she said softly. “We are not alone.” Behind them, the forest stood like guardians, tall and silent. The sisters knew that tomorrow would bring challenges. The world outside their homeland was changing, forgetting, moving too fast. But here—beneath the moon—they remembered who they were. Daughters of the Earth. Carriers of old songs. Watchers of the sky. And in that sacred moment, the night sky pulsed with color, the stars danced a little brighter, and the spirits smiled—knowing that the story would live on through these two young souls. #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • Job
    Chapter 9

    1 Then Job answered and said,

    2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?

    3 If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand.

    4 He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?

    5 Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.

    6 Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble.

    7 Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars.

    8 Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea.

    9 Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south.

    10 Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.

    11 Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.

    12 Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?

    13 If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him.

    14 How much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him?

    15 Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, but I would make supplication to my judge.

    16 If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.

    17 For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

    18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

    19 If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?

    20 If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.

    21 Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

    22 This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

    23 If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.

    24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

    25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

    26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

    27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:

    28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

    29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

    30 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;

    31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

    32 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment.

    33 Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both.

    34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:

    35 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.
    Job Chapter 9 1 Then Job answered and said, 2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God? 3 If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand. 4 He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered? 5 Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger. 6 Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble. 7 Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars. 8 Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea. 9 Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south. 10 Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number. 11 Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not. 12 Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou? 13 If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him. 14 How much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him? 15 Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, but I would make supplication to my judge. 16 If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice. 17 For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause. 18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness. 19 If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead? 20 If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse. 21 Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life. 22 This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked. 23 If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent. 24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he? 25 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. 26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey. 27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself: 28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent. 29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? 30 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean; 31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me. 32 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment. 33 Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both. 34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me: 35 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.
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  • Job
    Chapter 8

    1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

    2 How long wilt thou speak these things? and how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind?

    3 Doth God pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice?

    4 If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression;

    5 If thou wouldest seek unto God betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty;

    6 If thou wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.

    7 Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

    8 For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers:

    9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

    10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart?

    11 Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water?

    12 Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

    13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:

    14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.

    15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.

    16 He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.

    17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones.

    18 If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.

    19 Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.

    20 Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, neither will he help the evil doers:

    21 Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.

    22 They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.
    Job Chapter 8 1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, 2 How long wilt thou speak these things? and how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind? 3 Doth God pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice? 4 If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression; 5 If thou wouldest seek unto God betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty; 6 If thou wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous. 7 Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase. 8 For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers: 9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:) 10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart? 11 Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water? 12 Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb. 13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish: 14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web. 15 He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure. 16 He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden. 17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones. 18 If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee. 19 Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow. 20 Behold, God will not cast away a perfect man, neither will he help the evil doers: 21 Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing. 22 They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Evening, August 1

    "Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness." Psalm 65:11

    All the year round, every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us. The sun may leave us a legacy of darkness, but our God never ceases to shine upon His children with beams of love. Like a river, His lovingkindness is always flowing, with a fulness inexhaustible as His own nature. Like the atmosphere which constantly surrounds the earth, and is always ready to support the life of man, the benevolence of God surrounds all His creatures; in it, as in their element, they live, and move, and have their being. Yet as the sun on summer days gladdens us with beams more warm and bright than at other times, and as rivers are at certain seasons swollen by the rain, and as the atmosphere itself is sometimes fraught with more fresh, more bracing, or more balmy influences than heretofore, so is it with the mercy of God; it hath its golden hours; its days of overflow, when the Lord magnifieth His grace before the sons of men. Amongst the blessings of the nether springs, the joyous days of harvest are a special season of excessive favour. It is the glory of autumn that the ripe gifts of providence are then abundantly bestowed; it is the mellow season of realization, whereas all before was but hope and expectation. Great is the joy of harvest. Happy are the reapers who fill their arms with the liberality of heaven. The Psalmist tells us that the harvest is the crowning of the year. Surely these crowning mercies call for crowning thanksgiving! Let us render it by the inward emotions of gratitude. Let our hearts be warmed; let our spirits remember, meditate, and think upon this goodness of the Lord. Then let us praise Him with our lips, and laud and magnify His name from whose bounty all this goodness flows. Let us glorify God by yielding our gifts to His cause. A practical proof of our gratitude is a special thank-offering to the Lord of the harvest.
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Evening, August 1 "Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness." Psalm 65:11 All the year round, every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us. The sun may leave us a legacy of darkness, but our God never ceases to shine upon His children with beams of love. Like a river, His lovingkindness is always flowing, with a fulness inexhaustible as His own nature. Like the atmosphere which constantly surrounds the earth, and is always ready to support the life of man, the benevolence of God surrounds all His creatures; in it, as in their element, they live, and move, and have their being. Yet as the sun on summer days gladdens us with beams more warm and bright than at other times, and as rivers are at certain seasons swollen by the rain, and as the atmosphere itself is sometimes fraught with more fresh, more bracing, or more balmy influences than heretofore, so is it with the mercy of God; it hath its golden hours; its days of overflow, when the Lord magnifieth His grace before the sons of men. Amongst the blessings of the nether springs, the joyous days of harvest are a special season of excessive favour. It is the glory of autumn that the ripe gifts of providence are then abundantly bestowed; it is the mellow season of realization, whereas all before was but hope and expectation. Great is the joy of harvest. Happy are the reapers who fill their arms with the liberality of heaven. The Psalmist tells us that the harvest is the crowning of the year. Surely these crowning mercies call for crowning thanksgiving! Let us render it by the inward emotions of gratitude. Let our hearts be warmed; let our spirits remember, meditate, and think upon this goodness of the Lord. Then let us praise Him with our lips, and laud and magnify His name from whose bounty all this goodness flows. Let us glorify God by yielding our gifts to His cause. A practical proof of our gratitude is a special thank-offering to the Lord of the harvest.
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Evening, July 31

    "And these are the singers... they were employed in that work day and night." 1 Chronicles 9:33

    Well was it so ordered in the temple that the sacred chant never ceased: for evermore did the singers praise the Lord, whose mercy endureth for ever. As mercy did not cease to rule either by day or by night, so neither did music hush its holy ministry. My heart, there is a lesson sweetly taught to thee in the ceaseless song of Zion's temple, thou too art a constant debtor, and see thou to it that thy gratitude, like charity, never faileth. God's praise is constant in heaven, which is to be thy final dwelling-place, learn thou to practise the eternal hallelujah. Around the earth as the sun scatters his light, his beams awaken grateful believers to tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours, they swathe our globe in a mantle of thanksgiving, and girdle it with a golden belt of song.

    The Lord always deserves to be praised for what He is in Himself, for His works of creation and providence, for His goodness towards His creatures, and especially for the transcendent act of redemption, and all the marvellous blessing flowing therefrom. It is always beneficial to praise the Lord; it cheers the day and brightens the night; it lightens toil and softens sorrow; and over earthly gladness it sheds a sanctifying radiance which makes it less liable to blind us with its glare. Have we not something to sing about at this moment? Can we not weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: the hay is housed, the golden grain invites the sickle, and the sun tarrying long to shine upon a fruitful earth, shortens the interval of shade that we may lengthen the hours of devout worship. By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Evening, July 31 "And these are the singers... they were employed in that work day and night." 1 Chronicles 9:33 Well was it so ordered in the temple that the sacred chant never ceased: for evermore did the singers praise the Lord, whose mercy endureth for ever. As mercy did not cease to rule either by day or by night, so neither did music hush its holy ministry. My heart, there is a lesson sweetly taught to thee in the ceaseless song of Zion's temple, thou too art a constant debtor, and see thou to it that thy gratitude, like charity, never faileth. God's praise is constant in heaven, which is to be thy final dwelling-place, learn thou to practise the eternal hallelujah. Around the earth as the sun scatters his light, his beams awaken grateful believers to tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours, they swathe our globe in a mantle of thanksgiving, and girdle it with a golden belt of song. The Lord always deserves to be praised for what He is in Himself, for His works of creation and providence, for His goodness towards His creatures, and especially for the transcendent act of redemption, and all the marvellous blessing flowing therefrom. It is always beneficial to praise the Lord; it cheers the day and brightens the night; it lightens toil and softens sorrow; and over earthly gladness it sheds a sanctifying radiance which makes it less liable to blind us with its glare. Have we not something to sing about at this moment? Can we not weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: the hay is housed, the golden grain invites the sickle, and the sun tarrying long to shine upon a fruitful earth, shortens the interval of shade that we may lengthen the hours of devout worship. By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.
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  • The Celestial Stallion

    In the ancient lands where the sky meets the earth, there was a legendary horse named Awen. His coat was as dark as the midnight sky, and his body was adorned with glowing symbols, marks of a spiritual connection to the stars above. It was said that Awen was the descendant of the first horses, the ones who were born from the stars to guide the spirits of the earth.

    On the night of the Great Alignment, when the stars aligned perfectly with the mountain peaks, Awen would stand alone on the highest cliff, his body glowing with the colors of the cosmos. The glowing symbols on his body were said to be ancient constellations, and each one represented a different element of life — the sun, the moon, the earth, the spirit. It was through these symbols that Awen connected with the universe, acting as a bridge between the celestial and earthly realms.

    This night, the air was thick with magic, and the sky shimmered with the light of countless stars. Awen stood proudly, his mane flowing like the river of time, while a stream of glowing energy moved across the land. As the moon rose high above, he let out a soft whinny, and the ground beneath his hooves began to glow in response. It was the sacred path of his ancestors, a path that led toward the unknown, a path of discovery.

    As Awen trotted forward, the trail of stardust behind him formed a glowing river, flowing through the valley like a beam of light. The people, the animals, and the spirits watched in awe, for they knew this was a journey that could only be taken by one chosen by the stars.

    Awen's journey was not just a physical one, but a spiritual journey. He carried the hopes, dreams, and wisdom of all who had come before him. The night was his canvas, and the stars, his guide. As the glowing symbols danced on his body, they painted a story of life, of connection, of light and shadow — a reminder that we are all part of the same cosmic dance, guided by the spirit of the earth and the stars.

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    The Celestial Stallion In the ancient lands where the sky meets the earth, there was a legendary horse named Awen. His coat was as dark as the midnight sky, and his body was adorned with glowing symbols, marks of a spiritual connection to the stars above. It was said that Awen was the descendant of the first horses, the ones who were born from the stars to guide the spirits of the earth. On the night of the Great Alignment, when the stars aligned perfectly with the mountain peaks, Awen would stand alone on the highest cliff, his body glowing with the colors of the cosmos. The glowing symbols on his body were said to be ancient constellations, and each one represented a different element of life — the sun, the moon, the earth, the spirit. It was through these symbols that Awen connected with the universe, acting as a bridge between the celestial and earthly realms. This night, the air was thick with magic, and the sky shimmered with the light of countless stars. Awen stood proudly, his mane flowing like the river of time, while a stream of glowing energy moved across the land. As the moon rose high above, he let out a soft whinny, and the ground beneath his hooves began to glow in response. It was the sacred path of his ancestors, a path that led toward the unknown, a path of discovery. As Awen trotted forward, the trail of stardust behind him formed a glowing river, flowing through the valley like a beam of light. The people, the animals, and the spirits watched in awe, for they knew this was a journey that could only be taken by one chosen by the stars. Awen's journey was not just a physical one, but a spiritual journey. He carried the hopes, dreams, and wisdom of all who had come before him. The night was his canvas, and the stars, his guide. As the glowing symbols danced on his body, they painted a story of life, of connection, of light and shadow — a reminder that we are all part of the same cosmic dance, guided by the spirit of the earth and the stars. #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • Job
    Chapter 3

    1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

    2 And Job spake, and said,

    3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived.

    4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

    5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

    6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

    7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

    8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.

    9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:

    10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

    11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

    12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

    13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,

    14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;

    15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:

    16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.

    17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

    18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.

    19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.

    20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

    21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

    22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

    23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

    24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

    25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

    26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
    Job Chapter 3 1 After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day. 2 And Job spake, and said, 3 Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. 4 Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. 5 Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. 6 As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. 7 Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein. 8 Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. 9 Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day: 10 Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. 11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly? 12 Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck? 13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, 14 With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves; 15 Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver: 16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light. 17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. 18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. 19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master. 20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul; 21 Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures; 22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave? 23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in? 24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters. 25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. 26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
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  • Job
    Chapter 2

    1 Again there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them to present himself before the LORD.

    2 And the LORD said unto Satan, From whence comest thou? And Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

    3 And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.

    4 And Satan answered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life.

    5 But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

    6 And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thine hand; but save his life.

    7 So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

    8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

    9 Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die.

    10 But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

    11 Now when Job's three friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his own place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him.

    12 And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

    13 So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.
    Job Chapter 2 1 Again there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them to present himself before the LORD. 2 And the LORD said unto Satan, From whence comest thou? And Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. 3 And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause. 4 And Satan answered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life. 5 But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face. 6 And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thine hand; but save his life. 7 So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown. 8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. 9 Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die. 10 But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips. 11 Now when Job's three friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his own place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him. 12 And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven. 13 So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.
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  • Job
    Chapter 1

    1 There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil.

    2 And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters.

    3 His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east.

    4 And his sons went and feasted in their houses, every one his day; and sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

    5 And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually.

    6 Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them.

    7 And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

    8 And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil?

    9 Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought?

    10 Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.

    11 But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face.

    12 And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thine hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD.

    13 And there was a day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house:

    14 And there came a messenger unto Job, and said, The oxen were plowing, and the asses feeding beside them:

    15 And the Sabeans fell upon them, and took them away; yea, they have slain the servants with the edge of the sword; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

    16 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The fire of God is fallen from heaven, and hath burned up the sheep, and the servants, and consumed them; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

    17 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The Chaldeans made out three bands, and fell upon the camels, and have carried them away, yea, and slain the servants with the edge of the sword; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

    18 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house:

    19 And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

    20 Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped,

    21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.

    22 In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly.
    Job Chapter 1 1 There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil. 2 And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters. 3 His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east. 4 And his sons went and feasted in their houses, every one his day; and sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them. 5 And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually. 6 Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them. 7 And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. 8 And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? 9 Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought? 10 Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land. 11 But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face. 12 And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thine hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD. 13 And there was a day when his sons and his daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: 14 And there came a messenger unto Job, and said, The oxen were plowing, and the asses feeding beside them: 15 And the Sabeans fell upon them, and took them away; yea, they have slain the servants with the edge of the sword; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. 16 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The fire of God is fallen from heaven, and hath burned up the sheep, and the servants, and consumed them; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. 17 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, The Chaldeans made out three bands, and fell upon the camels, and have carried them away, yea, and slain the servants with the edge of the sword; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. 18 While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: 19 And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. 20 Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, 21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. 22 In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly.
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  • The Sky Remembers Her

    Her hair flows like river smoke,
    brushed with feathers,
    whispering stories
    The stars once told the earth.

    In her silence,
    butterflies gather—
    not to land,
    but to listen.

    She is not wind,
    Yet every breath she takes
    shifts the sky,
    soft as prayer, old as moonlight.

    The sky remembers her—
    not as a name,
    But as a song
    carried by wings.

    Serin Alar

    #nativeamericanwisdom
    The Sky Remembers Her Her hair flows like river smoke, brushed with feathers, whispering stories The stars once told the earth. In her silence, butterflies gather— not to land, but to listen. She is not wind, Yet every breath she takes shifts the sky, soft as prayer, old as moonlight. The sky remembers her— not as a name, But as a song carried by wings. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • Moon-Blessed

    She was born from the dust of sacred hills,
    With the wind in her hair and fire in her will.
    Not to be caged, not to be tamed —
    She carries the names her grandmothers claimed.

    The earth is her heartbeat, the sky is her call,
    She walks with the silence, she rises from fall.
    They tried to bind her with thread and chain,
    But she sang through sorrow, she danced through pain.

    They told her to kneel, to hush her flame,
    To wear small shoes and forget her name.
    But she knew the rivers that run through stone,
    And she knew the drumbeat that leads her home.

    She dreams not of palaces carved from greed,
    But of open plains where her soul can breathe.
    She dreams of daughters who will not hide,
    Who speak with thunder and stand with pride.

    Feathers in hair, and stars in eyes —
    She walks the path where the eagle flies.
    Free not in body, but free in truth,
    A woman of ancestors, of strength, of roots.

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    #nativeamericanwisdom
    Moon-Blessed She was born from the dust of sacred hills, With the wind in her hair and fire in her will. Not to be caged, not to be tamed — She carries the names her grandmothers claimed. The earth is her heartbeat, the sky is her call, She walks with the silence, she rises from fall. They tried to bind her with thread and chain, But she sang through sorrow, she danced through pain. They told her to kneel, to hush her flame, To wear small shoes and forget her name. But she knew the rivers that run through stone, And she knew the drumbeat that leads her home. She dreams not of palaces carved from greed, But of open plains where her soul can breathe. She dreams of daughters who will not hide, Who speak with thunder and stand with pride. Feathers in hair, and stars in eyes — She walks the path where the eagle flies. Free not in body, but free in truth, A woman of ancestors, of strength, of roots. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • 2 Peter 3:10
    But the day of the LORD will come like a thief, in which the heavens will pass away with a roar and the elements will be destroyed with intense heat, and the earth and its works will be found out.
    #SundaySentiments
    2 Peter 3:10 But the day of the LORD will come like a thief, in which the heavens will pass away with a roar and the elements will be destroyed with intense heat, and the earth and its works will be found out. #SundaySentiments
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  • Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

    Evening, July 26

    "That He may set him with princes." Psalm 113:8

    Our spiritual privileges are of the highest order. "Among princes" is the place of select society. "Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ." Speak of select society, there is none like this! "We are a chosen generation, a peculiar people, a royal priesthood." "We are come unto the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in heaven." The saints have courtly audience: princes have admittance to royalty when common people must stand afar off. The child of God has free access to the inner courts of heaven. "For through Him we both have access by one Spirit unto the Father." "Let us come boldly," says the apostle, "to the throne of the heavenly grace." Among princes there is abundant wealth, but what is the abundance of princes compared with the riches of believers? for "all things are yours, and ye are Christ's, and Christ is God's." "He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?" Princes have peculiar power. A prince of heaven's empire has great influence: he wields a sceptre in his own domain; he sits upon Jesus' throne, for "He hath made us kings and priests unto God, and we shall reign for ever and ever." We reign over the united kingdom of time and eternity. Princes, again, have special honour. We may look down upon all earth-born dignity from the eminence upon which grace has placed us. For what is human grandeur to this, "He hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus"? We share the honour of Christ, and compared with this, earthly splendours are not worth a thought. Communion with Jesus is a richer gem than ever glittered in imperial diadem. Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty outshining all the blaze of imperial pomp.
    Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions Evening, July 26 "That He may set him with princes." Psalm 113:8 Our spiritual privileges are of the highest order. "Among princes" is the place of select society. "Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ." Speak of select society, there is none like this! "We are a chosen generation, a peculiar people, a royal priesthood." "We are come unto the general assembly and church of the first-born, whose names are written in heaven." The saints have courtly audience: princes have admittance to royalty when common people must stand afar off. The child of God has free access to the inner courts of heaven. "For through Him we both have access by one Spirit unto the Father." "Let us come boldly," says the apostle, "to the throne of the heavenly grace." Among princes there is abundant wealth, but what is the abundance of princes compared with the riches of believers? for "all things are yours, and ye are Christ's, and Christ is God's." "He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?" Princes have peculiar power. A prince of heaven's empire has great influence: he wields a sceptre in his own domain; he sits upon Jesus' throne, for "He hath made us kings and priests unto God, and we shall reign for ever and ever." We reign over the united kingdom of time and eternity. Princes, again, have special honour. We may look down upon all earth-born dignity from the eminence upon which grace has placed us. For what is human grandeur to this, "He hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus"? We share the honour of Christ, and compared with this, earthly splendours are not worth a thought. Communion with Jesus is a richer gem than ever glittered in imperial diadem. Union with the Lord is a coronet of beauty outshining all the blaze of imperial pomp.
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  • Where the Moon Whispers Peace

    I stand beneath the full white moon,
    It's light falling like a prayer.
    Beside me, the white deer waits—
    not as a beast, but as a blessing.

    She looks to the sky,
    and the stars answer,
    leaving paw prints of light
    that drift down between us
    like snow made of spirit.

    I do not speak,
    and yet I am heard.
    The earth beneath my feet is soft—
    it knows my name.
    The sky above wraps me
    in the voice of my ancestors.

    In this dream, there is no fear.
    No fire of anger,
    no hunger of greed.
    Only the hum of life,
    and the soft heartbeat of the land.

    This is the world I dream of:
    where we walk with the deer,
    listen to the wind,
    and live
    in the stillness
    of what is sacred.

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    #nativeamericanwisdom
    Where the Moon Whispers Peace I stand beneath the full white moon, It's light falling like a prayer. Beside me, the white deer waits— not as a beast, but as a blessing. She looks to the sky, and the stars answer, leaving paw prints of light that drift down between us like snow made of spirit. I do not speak, and yet I am heard. The earth beneath my feet is soft— it knows my name. The sky above wraps me in the voice of my ancestors. In this dream, there is no fear. No fire of anger, no hunger of greed. Only the hum of life, and the soft heartbeat of the land. This is the world I dream of: where we walk with the deer, listen to the wind, and live in the stillness of what is sacred. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom
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  • He's good, listen up!

    Words are SPELLS...cast them wisely! #magic #spells #words #universe #unity #love #jesus
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    He's good, listen up! Words are SPELLS...cast them wisely! 🎩 #magic #spells #words #universe #unity #love #jesus https://www.tiktok.com/@trueearther911/video/7522387425566428438?_r=1&_t=ZP-8yKMtzJWFln
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