Apr
10
The Furnace
If the devil hates me, God loves me. If I am pressed on every side, I am yet constrained within. I must allow frustrations to breed within me an indomitable sense of the importance and purpose of my life. I must allow patience to have its perfect work; the old word for patience was longsuffering. I will trade my pain for purposefulness. I will trade my turmoil for tenacity.
The devil holds the hammer but God regulates the stroke, and the devil sweats at the task of fashioning saints into the likeness of Christ.
