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Some thoughts
Sep. 2nd, 2007 12:26 amYou know...I used to pray to God that He would silence my lips. Because I talk WAY too much. But I have just realized that in the past few months, my lips have been silenced. I don't have as much physical contact with people as I used to. I'm no longer in situations where I can jabber on and on, making a fool out of myself. I type more than anything else right now, and that has given me time to think about the things I say (write). Everything happens for a reason.
This is from the devotional I read every night:
The stones in the said, "We have come from mountains far away - from the sides of rugged cliffs. Fire and water have worked on us for ages but have only produced crevices. Yet human hands like yours have made us into homes where children of your immortal race are born, suffer, rejoice, find rest and shelter, and learn the lessons that our Maker and yours is teaching. But to come to the point of being used for this purpose, we have endured much. Dynamite has torn at our very heart, and pickaxes have broken and split us into pieces. Often as we lay disfigured and broken in the quarry, everything seemed to be without design or meaning. But gradually we were cut into blocks, and some of us were chiseled with sharper instruments until we had a fine edge. Now we are complete, are in our proper places, and are of service.
You, however, are still in your quarry. You are not complete, and because of that, as once was the case with us, there is much you do not understand. But you are destined for a higher building, and someday you will be placed in it by angelic hands, becoming a living stone in a heavenly temple.
Food for thought, and something that I needed to hear. Maybe it's something you needed to hear as well.
This is from the devotional I read every night:
The stones in the said, "We have come from mountains far away - from the sides of rugged cliffs. Fire and water have worked on us for ages but have only produced crevices. Yet human hands like yours have made us into homes where children of your immortal race are born, suffer, rejoice, find rest and shelter, and learn the lessons that our Maker and yours is teaching. But to come to the point of being used for this purpose, we have endured much. Dynamite has torn at our very heart, and pickaxes have broken and split us into pieces. Often as we lay disfigured and broken in the quarry, everything seemed to be without design or meaning. But gradually we were cut into blocks, and some of us were chiseled with sharper instruments until we had a fine edge. Now we are complete, are in our proper places, and are of service.
You, however, are still in your quarry. You are not complete, and because of that, as once was the case with us, there is much you do not understand. But you are destined for a higher building, and someday you will be placed in it by angelic hands, becoming a living stone in a heavenly temple.
Food for thought, and something that I needed to hear. Maybe it's something you needed to hear as well.
