David Brainerd gloried in his tribulation. I quote him from his journal
"...such fatigues and hardships as these seem to wean me more from the earth and I trust will make heaven the sweeter."
O Lord, I'm ashamed of myself and my empty, hipocritcal life. How often I fall and often I do it willingly. Save me O God from this life of stinking mediocrity. Burn my pride on my broken altar. Deal with my earthly desires. Knead me till I'm soft to mould. Break the edges and scrape the rust. Break me untill there's left no more of me. Untill I humbly say with Paul "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".
"...such fatigues and hardships as these seem to wean me more from the earth and I trust will make heaven the sweeter."
O Lord, I'm ashamed of myself and my empty, hipocritcal life. How often I fall and often I do it willingly. Save me O God from this life of stinking mediocrity. Burn my pride on my broken altar. Deal with my earthly desires. Knead me till I'm soft to mould. Break the edges and scrape the rust. Break me untill there's left no more of me. Untill I humbly say with Paul "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".
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