{ One Hundred Eighty-One }

Penned by a blind Scottish Preacher in 1882, by the name of George Matheson.  (O Love, That will not let me Go)

{ One Hundred Sixty }

"All the most eminent saints in every age have been men of sorrows, and often pruned.  I doubt if God can use anyone greatly, until He has hurt him deeply." 

~ A.W. Tozer.

{ One Hundred Fifty-Seven }

"There is never a majestic mountain without a deep valley, and there is not birth without pain." 

~Daniel Crawford

{ Fifty-Seven }

Art thou weary, tender heart?

Be glad of pain!

In sorrow sweetest things will grow,

As flowers in rain.

God watches; thou wilt have the sun,

When clouds their perfect work have done.

~Adelaide Procter  

{ Twenty-Eight }

<3 Tita <3

God saw you getting tired, A cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered "come with me." 

With teary eyes we watched you suffer, and saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.

~Unknown