“Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wondeful works to the children of men!” Psalms 107:8
“We are heaven bound, and we should show the attractive part of our faith. We should not go as a crippled band of mourners groaning and complaining all along the journey to our Father’s house.
“Those professed Christians who are constatnly complaining, who seem to think happiness and a cheerful countenance a sin, have the genuine attributes of religion. Those who look upon nature’s beautiful scenery as they would upon a dead picture; who chooose to take a mournful pleasure in in all that is melancholy is the language spoken to them by the natural world; who see no beauty in valleys clothed in living green, and grand mountain heights clothed with verdue; who close their senses to the joyful voice that speaks to them in nature . . .—these are not in Christ.
“Suppose we change this order of things. . . . Suppose you try to count all your blessings. . . Youhave thought so little upon thosem, and they have been so continual, that when reverses of afflictions come, you are grieved, and think God is unjust. You do ot call to mind how litttle gratitude you have manifested for all the blessings of God. You have not deserved them; but because they have flowed in upon you day by day, year by year, you have looked upon thm as a matter of course, thinking it was your right to receive every advantage, and give nothing in return. . . . The blessings of God are more than the hairs on our head, more than the sands of the seashore. Meditate upon His love and care for us, and may it inspire you with love that trials cannot interrupt nor afflictions quench.
“If we could only see the many dangers from which we are daily preserved by the holy angels, instead of complaining of our trials and misfortunes, we would TAK CONTINUALLY OF THE MERCIES OF GOD.”
Sons and Daughters of God, by Ellen White for April 18, 2022
Yesterday, I will never forget. . . because I can’t it. Because it had to be a miracle. . . .followed by another sign. . . . I cannot explain. . . by “a light” that shines, literally, between the darkness of the clouds around our minds and world.
If we had no hope, we would have no desire to live, we would give up and follow that downward path. . . instead we “LOOK UP” to the soon coming of our LORD and SAVIOUR. . . to see, hear, feel and touch the magic of hearing the bird clamor to play in the sprinkler, of drink at the birdbath, or just sing from one tree to the next.