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"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the LORD, 'My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.' For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence."
Psalm 91:1-3 (ESV)"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand."
-- Henri Nouwen, *Out of Solitude*
"The Spirit of God makes a distinction between the natural and the spiritual man. The natural man may be ever so wise in the things of this world, but he cannot discern the things of God. They are foolishness unto him, because they are spiritually discerned."
-- Jonathan Edwards, *Religious Affections*
"You say you are a Christian -- prove it by your works. If you are an apostle, show forth the signs of your apostleship. It is not enough to have the name; you must have the reality. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden, and a lamp is not brought in to be put under a bushel. If you have received the grace of God, let it shine forth in your life, not merely in your words."
-- Jerome, *Commentary on Matthew*
"Be quiet in your soul before God, and wait upon Him in the silence of all your own thoughts and desires. Let no thought of your own insufficiency discourage you. God can do nothing with a soul that is full of itself, but He can do everything with a soul that is willing to be emptied and to wait on Him. The soul that ceases from its own working lets God work."
-- François Fénelon, *Spiritual Letters*
What refuge are you building for yourself today that competes with the shelter already offered?
"It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death's final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing."
-- Seneca, *On the Shortness of Life*
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