Oh! labor every day to be more humble and more low and little in your own eyes. "Who am I," says the humble soul "to complain of trials. I am not worthy of the least mercy, I deserve not a crumb of mercy, I have forfeited every mercy!" It is only pride that puts men upon complaining and contending with God.
A humble soul will lie quiet at the foot of God; it will be contented with bare necessities. A dinner of green herbs is relished to the humble man's palate; whereas a stalled ox is but a coarse dish to a proud man's stomach.
A humble heart looks upon small mercies as great mercies; and great afflictions as small afflictions; and small afflictions as no afflictions; and therefore sits mute and quiet under all. Do but keep humble, and you will keep silent before the Lord.
Pride kicks, and grumbles, and frets but a humble man has still his hand upon his mouth. Everything on this side Hell is mercy much mercy, rich mercy to a humble soul; and therefore he remains mute under God's smarting rod.
[Thomas Brooks]
Psalm 39:9 … I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
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