We sometimes fear to bring our troubles to God, because they must seem small to Him who sitteth on the circle of the earth. But if they are large enough to vex and endanger our welfare, they are large enough to touch His heart of love. For love does not measure by a merchant's scales, not with a surveyor's chain. It hath a delicacy... unknown in any handling of material substance.
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Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
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What are our lame praises in comparison with His love? Nothing, and less than nothing; but love will stammer rather than be dumb.
