Friday, May 30, 2008

His mercies are new every morning...

and fresh every evening. Who can know the number of His benefits, or recount the list of His bounties? Every sand which drops from the glass of time is but the tardy follower of a myriad of mercies. The wings of our hours are covered with the silver of His kindness, and with the yellow gold of His affection. The river of time bears from the mountains of eternity the golden sands of His favour. The countless stars are but as the standard bearers of a more innumerable host of blessings...How shall my soul extol Him who daily loadeth us with benefits, and who crowneth us with lovingkindness? O that my praise could be as ceaseless as His bounty.
C.H. Spurgeon

more of the daily gifts . . .

127. waking to less pain, a true gift

128. lunch with mission-minded friends, planning

129. a gift from a generous friend

130. shopping with two teen girls, precious time

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