The Refiners Fire
Some mornings my muse fails me when I sit down to write. However, if I will just put down something, almost anything, the words will begin to flow from my fingertips, surprising me with the results. For some reason, Job’s lament, “What is man that You magnify him, and that You are concerned about him, that You examine him every morning and try him every moment?…” comes to me this dawn of weak trust. True rest will come for me on that day that I no longer need testing.
December 8, 2014 at 11:55 am
I think you will find that all the testing was worth the reward in the end.
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