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Thanks for your prayers, concerns and encouragements.
Thank God for strengthening me.
Just a short note to let you know that I am feeling better. Thank God!
I will pace myself slowly and post more later on.
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This is a testimony of God's mercies and goodness to me in my endeavour to understand and manage bipolar disorder or manic-depressive illness (a medical condition that can be treated) and other challenges in my life, by God's grace. Thank God that we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us! (Romans 8:37)
In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul. Psalm 94:19Iris has chosen the theme "His Words" for Thankful Thursday, reminding me afresh the preciousness of God's Words.
"...Fear not:... when thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee:... " Isaiah 43:1-2
My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever. Psalm 73:26
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31
“The evening and the morning were the first day.” Genesis 1:5
Was it so even in the beginning?
Did light and darkness divide the realm of time in the first day?
Then little wonder is it if I have also changes in my circumstances from the sunshine of prosperity to the midnight of adversity.
It will not always be the blaze of noon even in my soul concerns, I must expect at seasons to mourn the absence of my former joys, and seek my Beloved in the night.
Nor am I alone in this, for all the Lord’s beloved ones have had to sing the mingled song of judgment and of mercy, of trial and deliverance, of mourning and of delight.
It is one of the arrangements of Divine providence that day and night shall not cease either in the spiritual or natural creation till we reach the land of which it is written, “there is no night there.” What our heavenly Father ordains is wise and good.
What, then, my soul, is it best for thee to do?
Learn first to be content with this divine order, and be willing, with Job, to receive evil from the hand of the Lord as well as good.
Study next, to make the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice. Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours.
Believe that the night is as useful as the day. The dews of grace fall heavily in the night of sorrow. The stars of promise shine forth gloriously amid the darkness of grief.
Continue thy service under all changes. If in the day thy watchword be labour, at night exchange it for watch.
Every hour has its duty, do thou continue in thy calling as the Lord’s servant until he shall suddenly appear in his glory.
My soul, thine evening of old age and death is drawing near, dread it not, for it is part of the day; and the Lord has said, “I will cover him all the day long.”
(Taken from CH Spurgeon's Morning and Evening, 1 June, Morning)
“I am with you alway.”
Matthew 28:20
It is well there is One who is ever the same, and who is ever with us.
It is well there is one stable rock amidst the billows of the sea of life.
O my soul, set not thine affections upon rusting, moth-eaten, decaying treasures, but set thine heart upon him who abides for ever faithful to thee.
Build not thine house upon the moving quicksands of a deceitful world, but found thy hopes upon this rock, which, amid descending rain and roaring floods, shall stand immovably secure.
My soul, I charge thee, lay up thy treasure in the only secure cabinet; store thy jewels where thou canst never lose them.
Put thine all in Christ; set all thine affections on his person, all thy hope in his merit, all thy trust in his efficacious blood, all thy joy in his presence, and so thou mayest laugh at loss, and defy destruction.
Remember that all the flowers in the world’s garden fade by turns, and the day cometh when nothing will be left but the black, cold earth.
Death’s black extinguisher must soon put out thy candle. Oh! how sweet to have sunlight when the candle is gone!
The dark flood must soon roll between thee and all thou hast; then wed thine heart to him who will never leave thee; trust thyself with him who will go with thee through the black and surging current of death’s stream, and who will land thee safely on the celestial shore, and make thee sit with him in heavenly places for ever.
Go, sorrowing son of affliction, tell thy secrets to the Friend who sticketh closer than a brother.
Trust all thy concerns with him who never can be taken from thee, who will never leave thee, and who will never let thee leave him, even “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever.”
“Lo, I am with you alway,” is enough for my soul to live upon, let who will forsake me.
(Taken from CH Spurgeon's Morning and Evening, 11 May, Morning)