C.H. Spurgeon's Evening Devotional
Wednesday May 28, 2025

"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope."-Lamentations 3:21
    
    Memory is frequently the bondslave of despondency. Despairing minds call to remembrance every dark foreboding in the past, and dilate upon every gloomy feature in the present; thus memory, clothed in sackcloth, presents to the mind a cup of mingled gall and wormwood. There is, however, no necessity for this. Wisdom can readily transform memory into an angel of comfort. That same recollection which in its left hand brings so many gloomy omens, may be trained to bear in its right a wealth of hopeful signs. She need not wear a crown of iron, she may encircle her brow with a fillet of gold, all spangled with stars. Thus it was in Jeremiah's experience: in the previous verse memory had brought him to deep humiliation of soul: "My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me"; and now this same memory restored him to life and comfort. "This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope." Like a two-edged sword, his memory first killed his pride with one edge, and then slew his despair with the other. As a general principle, if we would exercise our memories more wisely, we might, in our very darkest distress, strike a match which would instantaneously kindle the lamp of comfort. There is no need for God to create a new thing upon the earth in order to restore believers to joy; if they would prayerfully rake the ashes of the past, they would find light for the present; and if they would turn to the book of truth and the throne of grace, their candle would soon shine as aforetime. Be it ours to remember the lovingkindness of the Lord, and to rehearse His deeds of grace. Let us open the volume of recollection which is so richly illuminated with memorials of mercy, and we shall soon be happy. Thus memory may be, as Coleridge calls it, "the bosom-spring of joy," and when the Divine Comforter bends it to His service, it may be chief among earthly comforters.
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Daybook ~ Jan. 10, 2011



Outside my window...the sky is full of clouds and flurries are falling to the ground. 

I am thinking…I need to get this posted before I forget about it again.

I am thankful for...the warmth of my house.

From the kitchen…I hear the clicking of the dishwasher running on the dry cycle.

I am wearing…jean skirt and sweatshirt

I am creating…a rag quilt with my teenage daughter

I am going…to make hubby a birthday cake.

I am reading…The Search by Suzanne Woods Fisher

I am hoping…to get some reading accomplished

I am hearing...the blowing of the furnace and the click of the clock and my virus update on my computer.  ;P

Around the house…all is quiet as hubby is at work and daughters went shopping. yep, without mom.

One of my favorite things…hot chocolate

A few plans for the rest of the week…getting my boxes in the basement organized.

Photo for thought…excuse me, but I thought we were doing school????
CAUGHT ~ dismantling a notebook



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2 comments:

  1. KarenWJanuary 10, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    My daughter and I made a rag quilt a few years ago. Great memories!!

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  2. JerraleaJanuary 11, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    I love a quiet warm house, too ...

    Suzanne Woods Fisher is one of my favorite authors, I know you'll enjoy her books.

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