"Weeping inconsolably beside a grave can never give back love’s banished treasure, nor can any blessing come out of such sadness. Sorrow makes deep scars; it writes its record ineffaceably on the heart which suffers. We really never get over our great griefs; we are never altogether the same after we have passed through them …
Continue reading Strength From the Sorrow – Streams in the Desert, March 11
I quietly went to our bedroom, closing the door behind me. And by the bedside, I prayed and calmly lay my son on the altar. I did not like doing it. I cannot say my heart was in it... Click here to read the whole thing. Save
PSALM 84 To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. 1 How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts! Hans was happy at home. He loved this place, our little log house - our little tabernacle in the woods; the land, the creek, the surrounding fields and forests. And …
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