TRIALS, AFFLICTIONS,
and CHASTISEMENTS
An easy HellCould we look into the lake of fire!
The mother and daughter die on one bed, and are buried in one grave!
The Presence of God with the Afflicted
I cannot be so unreasonable as to expect two Heavens!
God weighs and measures, bounds and ordains, my sorrows!
We would not be so perplexed by the mysteries of our lives!
It takes a long and painful process to purge it out!
All the afflictions of God's people
The sufferings of this present time
God separates the sin which He hates—from the soul which He loves!
Home, sweet home! There is no place like home!
I would have been perfectly submissive!
When they are twisted out of my hand
Oh! what a pillow on which to rest your aching head!
God knows best what cross we need to bear!
You have been long a-gathering rust
God does not deal with us in this 'sentimental' way!
Afflicted, tormented, and destroyed!
We also rejoice in our afflictions!
In that hand which was once bored and nailed to the cross for your redemption!
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
All our afflictions are appointed by our loving heavenly Father!
How deplorably mistaken you are!
The world's pleasures are often curses in disguise!
Our blessings are always greater than our trials!
If only we could but read the writing!
Weary mariner on life's tempestuous ocean
The greatest blessing on this side of Heaven!
There is divine wisdom in every trial — and divine love in every cross!
He saw that they were in serious trouble!
God makes no mistakes in dealing with His children!
The sovereign decrees and allotments of Your infinite wisdom!
Lord, I thank you for shaking me!
He actually chooses affliction!
All the children of God have a cross to carry
Think seriously of this, and be thankful!
As your days — so shall your strength be!
We shall lose nothing but our dross!
Do not expect a smooth and easy path!
In the day of adversity, consider!
Even while frowns seem to cover His face, and the rod is seen in His hand!
Any moment we may be stricken down!
When I am weak — then I am strong
All things work together for good!
A sedative to all sorrows — and a solace under all sharp afflictions
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
Is this all I get — after so much trouble?
Affliction prepared for and improved
His most afflictive dispensations
Then they hiss and spit their venom!
The hand of God is in every trial, trouble, and disappointment
Practice-lessons in the application of the theories of Christian life
His love uses the rod — as well as gives the kiss!
The Beneficent Design of Affliction
The goal of living in this world
Indeed, he is in trouble — but he is not in Hell!
Perhaps, while we are admiring our gourd
God shoots many kinds of arrows
These smaller trials which God prepares for us
Fiery trials make golden Christians!
The questions should rather be
It took the baby out of the young mother's arms the other night!
If you attempt to enthrone the creature!
Correcting in love — not smiting in wrath!
The one is drawn in pomp to hell — while the other swims in tears to heaven!
The heaviest afflictions on this side hell
Thank Him for His prescription!
The trials and sufferings of the godly
O the blessed chemistry of heaven!
All the Hell that you shall ever have
What a mercy — to be out of Hell!
Every man has a heaven and a hell
Shall we complain? Shall we repine? Shall we murmur?
It is better to be preserved in
brine — than to rot in honey!Every sorrow and trouble of our earthly pilgrimage
The thorn is still left to pierce and lacerate!
And then the Lord puts us into the furnace!
To many people — life is very hard
A remedy against all our trouble
The only fire which will burn away the dross!
When He comes to us in the garb of pain or sorrow
He must set our barley field on fire!
Evidences & results of sanctified affliction
The last pang, and groan, and tear!
He who holds the pruning-knife
He who holds the pruning-knife
Trials, Troubles & Afflictions!
The end will make amends for all!
Sickness, disease, decay, and death
Corrosives to eat out the proud flesh
You will have many trials and sorrows
The daughter helps to destroy the mother
In the profound depth of affliction
You have no reason to complain
There is an end to all your troubles, trials, and temptations
Fuel to your lusts, and quenchers of your graces
He was still a-pointing at the toads in their bosoms
The master-strokes of the Divine Artist!
You are the one who has done this!
The cost of all truly helpful and holy living
When you find 'thorns' in your path
The Friend of His people in distress!
Are you a distressed believer?
Our momentary light affliction
But our coward flesh shrinks from them!
Has He put you so many times into the furnace?
You are the one who has done this!
I am a very dull scholar in Christ's school
Every new trial, and every fresh cross!
A tiny insect at the door of My all-sufficiency
This trouble from which you are now suffering
I will refine them like silver and purify them like gold!
Will worrying make matters any better?
The soil where graces thrive best
His unwearied care and concern
There is no 'chance' in God's world
Through the agonies of great trial
Not made of feathers, nor lined with velvet
All trials, all temptations, all strippings, all emptyings
To wean you from a poor, unsatisfying world
The darling child whom we love so much lies dead in our arms!
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
These difficulties . . .
Poor, moping, dejected creatures
When our path is strewed with roses
When God thwarts, afflicts, and mortifies us
God is at the root of our sufferings
The searching, burning, purifying fires of Christ's furnace!
The chisel and mallet of affliction!
To keep me from getting puffed up
Only one hand can ease the trouble
The Lord sometimes flogs His children home!
My dear wife has been quite ill
He can crawl like a serpent, and he can roar like a lion!
He has given me a cup of deep sorrow to drink
Don't worry about the package!
There are many devices in a man's heart
Living in a world full of disease and death
It is the hand of Him who was crucified!
All His corrections are sent in love!
There are many crosses, and every one of them is sore and heavy
A poor shoemaker in his dreary little shop
Some heavy, painful, yet concealed cross?
This is a plank which upholds the sinking heart!
The knife of the heavenly Surgeon
Some of you will be cast into the furnace!
What a pillow on which to rest your aching head!
The toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing!
A place of spiritual refreshment
The Shepherd knows what pastures are best
Nothing noble is attained easily
Amid the sorrows and trials of the world
Surrounded with trouble at almost every step?
Precious fruits of sanctified affliction
Our little trials, little cares, little needs, little sorrows
The medicine! The knife! Your song!
The wounded and wounding hand of the Savior!
It is their Father's hand which chastens them!
The golden idol is but clay after all!
Dyed in the purple stream of His own heart's blood!
The godly man's crosses, losses and sorrows
But, alas! We are poor creatures
Are you, beloved, walking in the midst of trouble?
Oh! be submissive, meek, and quiet!
Just because He disposes all things
CALAMITIES — Chance, Fate, Satan or Predestination?
Passing through the valley of weeping
Hear the voice of love in the rod
A measure of trials is necessary
Call Him 'Father' in the furnace
Every tear that falls upon the pallid face of sorrow
Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble
The problem of living in this world
The afflictions the Lord sends on His people
Trials are necessary to wean us from the world
A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care
There is something fascinating in GRIEF
Infinite wisdom has appointed the whole!
The purpose of all our sorrow and trouble
A black messenger loaded with treasure!
Tribulations, difficulties, and disappointments
Would we really rather have things our way?
Afflicted one, you cannot believe it now!
THE GREATEST TEMPORAL BLESSING?
Troubles! Trials! Afflictions!
Show me why You contend with me
The sharp arrows of affliction!
Have we not leaned upon a thousand things?
Too wise to err and too good to be unkind!
Losses, adversities, afflictions, griefs!
Sweet affliction! Sweet affliction!
Carve the image of Christ on the wall of your heart!
My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me!
No storms, assaults, sieges, or pestilences
An amazing reverse of circumstances!
The afflictions of the ungodly
All the houses in this plague stricken land
A Compassionate High Priest and a Throne of Grace
Trials, chastenings, afflictions...
They must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction!
Troubles, troubles, troubles...
Afflictions are the mother of virtue...
The end of God in all His doings and dealings
Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?
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