“The possessions God allows us to have are intended for our use, not our enjoyment. Trying to squeeze something out of them that was never in them in the first place is a futile endeavor. A cow's udders, gently pressed, will yield sweet milk, nourishing and refreshing. Applying more and more pressure will not produce greater quantities of milk. We lose the good of material things by expecting too much from them. Those who try hardest to please themselves with earthly goods find the least satisfaction in them.” TryingFirstsUseLosesGreaterToo MuchProduceSweetMaterialsPleasePressureSatisfactionPossessionHardestEnjoymentGoodsYieldEndeavorMilkCowsQuantityExpectingConsumerismOverconsumptionRefreshingMaterial ThingsExpecting Too Much Book:Daily Readings from The Christian in Complete Armour: Daily Readings in Spiritual Warfare Source: Daily Readings from The Christian in Complete Armour: Daily Readings in Spiritual Warfare
“Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.” MenYearsTwoReasonLightEyeEarthYoungVoiceMemoriesWalksPathDivineSweetHigherAngelTraditionShiningGuidesEndlessChecksMysteriousStreamsYieldRaysCompellingFloatingLampsReflectingAccordFootstepsEvermoreRipening Book:Complete Works Of George Eliot Source: Complete Works Of George Eliot
“Peace, sweet peace finally comes to men when they humbly yield to the gentle pressure of the Spirit.” MenSpiritSweetPressureGentleYield Author:Spencer W. Kimball
“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. ... You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall - I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite, And day and night yield one delight once more” KnowsMayLongHas BeensStillsLightNightFallSoundOur LivesDoorsMinesSweetDelightSmellDespiteFlightGrassNecksYieldShoreLong AgoOur LoveSoarVeilsDay And Night Author:Dante Gabriel Rossetti