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At even my wife died; and I did in the morning as I was commanded. Ezekiel 24:18

God wants us to manifest the sweet grace of continuance amid all the sudden and saddening upheavals of our intensely varied life. This was the prophet's triumph. He made his calamity a witness to the eternal. He made his very bereavement intensify his calling. The evening sorrow will come to all of us: what shall we be found doing in the morning? We shall have to dig graves; have burials: how shall it be with us when the funeral is over?
--Dr. Jowett
Springs in the Valley/Cowman
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