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Even to old age I am he, and even to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear. Yes, I will carry, and will deliver.
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Even to old age I am he, and even to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear. Yes, I will carry, and will deliver.
Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.
You open your hand, and satisfy the desire of every living thing.
Yahweh is gracious, merciful, slow to anger, and of great loving kindness.
There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who don’t walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.
In the same way, the Spirit also helps our weaknesses, for we don’t know how to pray as we ought. But the Spirit himself makes intercession for us with groanings which can’t be uttered.
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.
The affectionate heart of my aunt, Catherine Porten, bewailed a sister and a friend; but my poor father was inconsolable, and the transport of grief seemed to threaten his life or his reason.
Sara hugged her close and tried to laugh. There was a sort of comfort in the warmth of the plump, childish body.
I remember an hour when I was discouraged and ready to falter. For days I had been pegging away at a task which refused to get itself accomplished.
I’ve been trying to cure it for forty years, and have only succeeded in controlling it. I am angry nearly every day of my life, Jo, but I have learned not to show it, and I still hope to learn not to feel it, though it may take me another forty years to do so.
She felt comforted at once by the sympathy and confidence given her.
It’s all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it’s not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?
Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.
Belief and love,--a believing love will relieve us of a vast load of care.
Love is a great thing, a good above all others, which alone maketh every heavy burden light, and equaliseth every inequality.
Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing--a childless mother.
A mind might ponder its thought for ages and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach it in a day.
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