Quotes About Restoration

the person who takes medicine must recover twice,once from the disease ,and once from the medicine.

Put out the light, and then put out the light:If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,I know not where is that Promethean heatThat can thy light relume.

In depression this faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come—not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute…. And this results in a striking experience—one which I have called, borrowing military terminology, the situation of the walking wounded.

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love....

But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration;—feelings too Of unremembered pleasures; such, perhaps, As have made no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

Today, Ring possesses a new passion in an older body: to help bring healing to the millions around the world who have faced the same horrific realities of physical and sexual abuse that he faced. His mission may have refocused itself, but his message remains the same: "God don't thwo away bwoken things. God use bwoken things.

God is never in a hurry, but He does mean business. He will finish the work as soon as He can. "But" we say, "I have wasted so much of my life. Can I still be of use?" God wastes nothing, not even our sins. When acknowledged, they humble us and make us more merciful to others in their weakness. We can become more approachable, more useful to God and to others. Indeed, each loss has its own compensation.

Lord With a crooked stick for a cane I'm limping home. Mocked and maligned Stooped and stupid Soiled and shabby I limp toward You. —Ruth Harms Calkin

By the Rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.

His house had burned down. That meant he needed … everything. Clothes. Heartburn pills. Replacement contact lenses in case he lost one. Dandruff shampoo. Some Oreos. A book.

A Broken Record can still play the best soundtrack. Broken can be beautiful when you allow God work on you.

Repentance brings restoration.

A drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring.

Grace and Mercy hoverThe blood of Jesus coversThe gift of salvationIs your restorationAnd a balm for your condemnation

I didn't get my first car until I was 22. It was a BMW 1602 and now I've got it back I'm waiting to restore it.

I am making amends and seeking forgiveness. My only hope is that some good can come out of my situation.

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

How was one to rehabilitate and transform words betrayed and perverted by the enemy?

With the help of the Lord, you can handle life's challenges and heartaches, even the valley of the shadow of death. What comfort your fainting heart has, knowing that in those stumbling times of discouragement and despair, of depletion and seeming defeat, the Shepherd will find you...restore and fix you...and follow you...until you are well on your way.

Prayer is the secret weapon that restores your trust in God.

What started out as wishful thinking, angel given signs from above, was now just an imprisoned lot of dirty, broken pieces that used to belong to beautifully glistening wholes.

Month of sacrifice and month of playfulness. Month of restoration, of fertility-festivity. Month when the earth and the buds are already open, the creatures asleep for the winter have woken and are already breeding, the birds have already built their nests, birds that this time last year didn't exist, just bringing to life the birds that'll replace them this time next year. Spring-cuckoo month, grass-month.

And this man will be our president—this intelligent, well-read man, this man who speaks of restoring science to its rightful place. Restore the scientific process; restore democracy. This is what we needed—to develop a core identity as American academics, the people who would make sure a Galileo was never again put under house arrest for making challenging claims about who we really are. Make

I'm not too gone to be healed, am I? I'm not too gone am I?