My Everything Quilt

To set times for God to answer prayer is always wrong. He who gives has the right to choose the time of the gift. ~ Beside Still Waters

Parts of Isaiah 40 v.7 & 8 The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the LORD blows upon it; surely the people are grass.  The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever. v. 12-14 Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, and marked off the heavens by the span, and calculated the dust of the earth by the measure, and weighed the mountains in a balance and the hills in a pair of scales? Who has directed the Spirit of the LORD, or as His counselor has informed Him? With whom did He consult and who gave Him understanding? And who taught Him in the path of justice and taught Him knowledge and informed Him of the way of understanding? v. 18-26 To whom then will you liken  God? Or what likeness will you compare with Him? As for the idol, a craftsman casts it, a goldsmith plates it with gold, and a silversmith fashions chains of silver. He who is too impoverished for such an offering selects a tree that does not rot; ...

I will glory in my Redeemer, whose priceless blood has ransomed me. Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails and hung Him on the judgment tree. I will glory in my Redeemer, who crushed the power of sin and death. My only Savior before the holy Judge, the Lamb Who is my righteousness, the Lamb Who is my righteousness. I will glory in my Redeemer. My life He bought, my love He owns. I have no longings for another; I'm satisfied with Him alone. I will glory in my Redeemer. His faithfulness, my standing place. Though foes are mighty and rush up on me; my feet are firm, held by His grace, my feet are firm, held by His grace. I will glory in my Redeemer, who carries me on eagle's wings. He crowns my life with loving-kindness,; His triumph song I'll ever sing. I will glory in my Redeemer, who waits for me at gates of gold; and when he calls me it will be paradise, His face forever to behold, His face forever to behold. ~Sovereign Grace Worship

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust my sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace. In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. His oath, His covenant, His blood, support me in the whelming flood. When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh may I then in Him be found. Dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne. On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, All other ground ...

He that spared not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?~Romans 8:32 God, who is sufficiently concerned about me to send His Son to die on the cross of Calvary for me, is not going to let me down when any difficulty or temptation faces me. ~Walking with God Day by Day by Martyn Lloyd-Jones for February 4