When we grow careless of keeping our souls, then God recovers our taste of good things again by sharp crosses. The winter prepares the earth for the spring, so do afflictions sanctified prepare the soul for glory. Richard Sibbes


The Chestnut Mare
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
- - - -JRR Tolkien "Lord of the Rings"