Broken and Smoking

That is how I feel right now, and Spurgeon's devotional spoke very well to that. I have a "bad enough" cough, which I would not want to get any worse, and I am SO happy it is the weekend. This morning, I got up at about 5:30 AM to go play four of my Tantrix tournament games. (Tantrix is a "table-top" game that can be played online, which is where I played my tournament games). I lost them all, probably partly because I was so tired. The fact that I was tired, furthermore, made losing a really frustrating experience!

Last week, I got behind, and had trouble making my appointments to play my tournament games - so I was finally getting around to playing these games. I have been in several tournaments, and lost them all. Why do I keep playing in them? That is precisely what I was asking myself this morning!

Well, the rest of my teaching day was not the worst it has been, but it still was enough to really make me happy it is finally the weekend. Now I need to get lots of rest, good food, and maybe even medicine. I will have to consult with my friendly neighbourhood nurse - Monica. She is a very kind "older sister" (married with two children in Middle School and High School respectively, whose husband I have met and gotten along with very well). She will probably give me some medicine, and I will probably take it.

I sure do look forward to being married and having a family - although I do admit I have no idea what that all entails. I will find out, God willing, soon enough - and I cannot wait!

Bye for now.

Daniel

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Subject: Faith's Checkbook by C.H. Spurgeon

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Faith's Checkbook by C.H. Spurgeon
Friday September 8, 2006
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Broken and Smoking

A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench. (Isaiah 42:3)

Then I may reckon upon tender treatment from my Lord. Indeed, I feel myself to be at best
as weak, as pliant, as worthless as a reed. Someone said, "I don't care a rush for you";
and the speech, though unkind, was not untrue. Alas! I am worse than a reed when it grows
by the river, for that at least can hold up its head. I am bruised--sorely, sadly bruised.
There is no music in me now; there is a rift which lets out all the melody. Ah, me! Yet
Jesus will not break me; and if He will not, then I mind little what others try to do. O
sweet and compassionate Lord, I nestle down beneath Thy protection and forget my bruises!

Truly I am also fit to be likened to "the smoking flax," whose light is gone, and only its
smoke remains. I fear I am rather a nuisance than a benefit. My fears tell me that the
devil has blown out my light and left me an obnoxious smoke, and that my Lord will soon
put an extinguisher upon me. Yet I perceive that though there were snuffers under the law,
there were no extinguishers, and Jesus will not quench me; therefore, I am hopeful. Lord,
kindle me anew and cause me to shine forth to Thy glory and to the extolling of Thy
tenderness.

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