TRIALS, AFFLICTIONS,
and CHASTISEMENTS


An easy Hell

Could we look into the lake of fire!

God's chastening rod!

A medicine essential for our spiritual health and happiness

The Furnace of Affliction

Our afflictions are light

The school of spiritual knowledge

The Lord's rod has a voice

Should we not be prepared to kiss it?

Glorify God in the fire!

The mother and daughter die on one bed, and are buried in one grave

The Presence of God with the Afflicted

I cannot be so unreasonable as to expect two Heavens

Trials and discomforts!

We are apt to measure His wisdom, by the faulty line of our own reason!

God weighs and measures, bounds and ordains, my sorrows!

Spurgeon on SICKNESS

We would not be so perplexed by the mysteries of our lives

It takes a long and painful process to purge it out!

How are we to obtain a sweet submission to God's afflictive providences?

We must always look to the eternal outcome!

The afflictions of the godly!

Polishing God's jewels

His jewels

They are all carefully selected—and divinely directed

The first lesson in the school of tribulation

He will sustain you

Medicine for the soul

When the knife cuts deep and the pain is sore

The searching, burning, purifying fires of Christ's furnace

Troubles, Troubles, Troubles!

A striking solution of Samson's riddle

The chisel of affliction

All the afflictions of God's people

Twenty-four hours in Hell!

The blessed man

The sufferings of this present time!

God separates the sin which He hates—from the soul which He loves

He will not spoil them!

Submission in trials

Home, sweet home! There is no place like home!

It is needful that we pass through the furnace of affliction

These short-lived troubles

I would have been perfectly submissive

When they are twisted out of my hand

Consider the hand of the Lord in your affliction

Afflictions serve to . . .

A memento of divine affection

God washes and scours, trains and nurtures them

He loves us too well to promise that

Oh what a pillow on which to rest your aching head

Black seeds without beauty

Trials and sorrows

God knows best what cross we need to bear

When He has tried me—I shall come forth as gold

These petty troubles and vexations

They are not intended for our pleasure, but for our profit

He goes to the forest, and chooses the most suitable 'rod' to correct us

Everything is necessary—Nothing is necessary

Bedridden saints

What the human heart craves

The two birds!

He will not spare the pruning knife if He sees that we need it

Whenever our heavenly Father uses the rod of correction

I perceive that your heavenly Father has again put you into the furnace

You have been long a-gathering rust

God does not deal with us in this 'sentimental' way

The furnace of affliction!

Like sugar in our tea

Man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward

The suffering Christian

God has not promised

The process was not easy

The path of sorrow!

Afflicted, tormented, and destroyed

We also rejoice in our afflictions

In that hand which was once bored and nailed to the cross for your redemption!

I asked the Lord, that I might grow

The true recipe for miserable existence is this:

All our afflictions are appointed by our loving heavenly Father!

Therefore it is that He withers our gourds and breaks our cisterns

How deplorably mistaken you are

The world's pleasures are often curses in disguise

Sickness, trials and disappointments!

Our blessings are always greater than our trials

The death of an infant

He smote her with a disease which deprived her of strength, destroyed her beauty, and left her deformed!

Divine punishment—or divine chastisement?

If only we could but read the writing!

Weary mariner on life's tempestuous ocean

Square me Prune me

The sick room, part 1

The sick room, part 2

The greatest blessing on this side of Heaven

There is divine wisdom in every trial, and divine love in every cross

Those doltish children

But why?

It will all end in mercy!

He saw that they were in serious trouble!

The school of pain

God makes no mistakes in dealing with His children

The sovereign decrees and allotments of Your infinite wisdom

The Giver—and the Taker

One of God's medicines

Lord, I thank you for shaking me

He actually chooses affliction

All the children of God have a cross to carry

Think seriously of this, and be thankful

As your days—so shall your strength be

The poor Christian

There is not one thing that thwarts your will, that is not in God's will

All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth

Benefits of severe affliction

Black seeds without beauty

O blessed hurricane

Storms and tempests, whirlwinds and hurricanes

What is to be our resource in the hour of affliction and sorrow?

We shall lose nothing but our dross

Your severest sufferings

God takes away the creature

Do not expect a smooth and easy path

Our thorn!

In the day of adversity, consider!

The adjusting of the scales!

Afflictions are but medicines

God's school for His children!

He makes no mistakes

The divine Gardener

You are the one who has done this!

Earthly sorrows and troubles

Sin has introduced great misery and universal disorder into the world

Comfort for suffering saints

Dear Miss Medhurst

He must afflict us!

Is that mother bird cruel?

If chastisement were not necessary

The healing medicine

Even while frowns seem to cover His face, and the rod is seen in His hand

Any moment we may be stricken down

When I am weak, then I am strong

Perhaps He will smite you!

All things work together for good

Father knows best

When He does not punish

In affliction look to Jesus!

God's file and flail!

The grace of God exempts no one from trouble

A sedative to all sorrows—and a solace under all sharp afflictions

Oh, that I had the wings of a dove

Is this all I get—after so much trouble?

Affliction prepared for and improved

His most afflictive dispensations

Tokens of God's love

Father knows best

Then they hiss and spit their venom

A Father's hand

The hand of God is in every trial, trouble, and disappointment

The rough stalk of suffering

The fruitful branch

Practice-lessons in the application of the theories of Christian life

Why does God afflict us?

His love uses the rod—as well as gives the kiss

The Beneficent Design of Affliction

The book for the afflicted

The goal of living in this world

Indeed, he is in trouble—but he is not in Hell

Afflictions, when sanctified

Perhaps, while we are admiring our gourd

God shoots many kinds of arrows!

These smaller trials which God prepares for us

He who gave, has an undoubted right to take away

O blessed rod

We are but learning Job's lesson

In the furnace of affliction

Fiery trials make golden Christians

God's sin-purging medicine

This burden of ours

The questions should rather be

Such lessons

It took the baby out of the young mother's arms the other night!

The Divine Gardener

In short, all must drink of the bitter cup!

If you attempt to enthrone the creature

Correcting in love—not smiting in wrath

The one is drawn in pomp to hell—while the other swims in tears to heaven

All honey would harm us

The heaviest afflictions on this side hell

Sharp arrows

It is I

Like a wild bull in a net

Thank Him for His prescription

A cross of their own choosing!

Our thorn

The trials and sufferings of the godly!

O the blessed chemistry of heaven

All the Hell that you shall ever have

What a mercy—to be out of Hell

AFFLICTION

Every man has a heaven and a hell

Whence does it come?

A mother and her child

Fetch out the dirt and spots

A loving purpose

Draw me—or drive me

God's threshing

Shall we complain? Shall we repine? Shall we murmur?

God's mowing-machine

Affliction is a bitter root, but it bears sweet fruit

It is better to be preserved in
brine—than to rot in honey

I will come forth as gold

Every sorrow and trouble of our earthly pilgrimage

Medicines

The thorn is still left to pierce and lacerate

The knife

And then the Lord puts us into the furnace!

Our 'lot' of afflictions

True, victorious living

To many people—life is very hard

That hand can never smite you

This was not the pleasant life which these two dreamed of on their wedding day

A remedy against all our trouble

God's pruning knife

Then the scum appears

The only fire which will burn away the dross

When He comes to us in the garb of pain or sorrow

A divine chemistry

It is the same hand

He must set our barley field on fire

Evidences & results of sanctified affliction

The last pang, and groan, and tear

You have afflicted me

Those tokens of divine love

He who has deserved a hanging

No sweat

The school of suffering

He who holds the pruning-knife

He who holds the pruning-knife!

Trials, Troubles & Afflictions

The end will make amends for all

Sickness, disease, decay, and death

Corrosives to eat out the proud flesh

You will have many trials and sorrows

God's flail

It is the same hand

The daughter helps to destroy the mother

One second of glory

In the profound depth of affliction

Sharp chiseling

You have no reason to complain

Hammer, anvil, file & fire

But a flea-bite

It is their Father's hand that chastens them

Some have two hells

There is an end to all your troubles, trials, and temptations

How is affliction a blessing?

Your present trial

Too wise to err—and too loving to be unkind!

Fuel to your lusts, and quenchers of your graces

He was still a-pointing at the toads in their bosoms

The master-strokes of the Divine Artist

A cup of love

I had to punish him

Every twig has a voice

You are the one who has done this

Every bitter cup

God would not rub so hard

A rod of love to whip you

The cost of all truly helpful and holy living

When you find 'thorns' in your path

The Friend of His people in distress

Your present affliction!

God's angels!

Paulinus Nolanus

Go and kill such a man

They poured out a prayer

The afflictions of the godly

The cup

It is in these storms

God's medicine cup

Are you a distressed believer?

A double hell

O blessed hurricane

Glued to the world?

God's School

The constant cry of the rod

Afflictions!

Our momentary light affliction

Beloved, are you in the fire?

When Munster lay sick

Pity your foolish child

But our coward flesh shrinks from them

Father knows best

Has He put you so many times into the furnace?

If God gave us no thorn

You are the one who has done this

A great and inestimable mercy

Sweet comfort

He cannot err—and He cannot be unkind

I am a very dull scholar in Christ's school

The little garden

This makes us prize the gospel, embrace the Savior, and fly to his cross

God's love-tokens

Every new trial, and every fresh cross

Their dregs and dross

The divine Craftsman

You have them because you need them

Afflictions

A tiny insect at the door of My all-sufficiency

This trouble from which you are now suffering

I will refine them like silver and purify them like gold

Will worrying make matters any better?

A languishing body

Some years ago I heard an allegory which I have never forgotten

The soil where graces thrive best

His unwearied care and concern

There is no 'chance' in God's world

Through the agonies of great trial

His testing room of suffering

Cruel tools

Here is a strange sight

Not made of feathers, nor lined with velvet

His everlasting arms

All trials, all temptations, all strippings, all emptyings

We are tossed upon an ocean of troubles, fears and temptations

To wean you from a poor, unsatisfying world

Sickness is a greater mercy

The darling child whom we love so much lies dead in our arms!

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

The goal of Christian life

These difficulties . . .

God's chisel and hammer

It is I

Poor, moping, dejected creatures

When our path is strewed with roses

When God thwarts, afflicts, and mortifies us

AFFLICTIONS

Troubles, troubles, troubles

LOVE IN CHASTISEMENT

God is at the root of our sufferings

It is in these storms

The storms of life

God's chisel

The chisel and mallet of affliction

Your choicest mercies

To keep me from getting puffed up

Afflictions are Appointed!

Weary?

This is too hard for me

The believer's chief troubles

Only one hand can ease the trouble

The Lord sometimes flogs His children home

Severe, yet wise and loving

The disciple is in God's school

We do not know what is best for us

My dear wife has been quite ill

He can crawl like a serpent, and he can roar like a lion

Your burden

The pruning knife!

A cup that all must drink

He has given me a cup of deep sorrow to drink

Don't worry about the package

Softening?

Proceed with your chiselings

Hammer, anvil, file & fire

My Helper!

There are many devices in a man's heart

Sanctified affliction

God takes a safe course with His children

Trials are intended . . .

Living in a world full of disease and death

It is the hand of Him who was crucified

Afflictions, sorrows, trials

The black chariot of Christ

All His corrections are sent in love

Your poor little boy

Bruised reeds

There are many crosses, and every one of them is sore and heavy

A poor shoemaker in his dreary little shop

Welcome all sickness

Take this medicine!

O suffering saints of God

Some heavy, painful, yet concealed cross?

God's knife

This stillness and silence befits us

This is a plank which upholds the sinking heart

The knife of the heavenly Surgeon

A great bundle of sticks far too large for us to lift

No—keep it

The Choosing Place

Some of you will be cast into the furnace

Drinking bitter cups

All God's dealings with us

One drop of that potion

This precious panacea

The chastening of love

The toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing

We may be happy in a prison

A place of spiritual refreshment

The Shepherd knows what pastures are best

Happy sickness

Nothing noble is attained easily

Amid the sorrows and trials of the world

Surrounded with trouble at almost every step

Our trials

The buzzing of a fly!

Precious fruits of sanctified affliction

Our little trials, little cares, little needs, little sorrows

We live on an enchanted ground, and are surrounded with snares

SIFTING

The hard couch of sorrow

Trials and discomforts?

Christ's schools?

God's lancet

The medicine The knife Your song

The wounded and wounding hand of the Savior

What a pillow on which to rest my aching head

It is their Father's hand which chastens them

The golden idol is but clay after all

An irrevocable loss

Dyed in the purple stream of His own heart's blood

What

But the choice is in better hands!

The black horse of trouble

The true ministry of pain

The godly man's crosses, losses & sorrows

But, alas We are poor creatures

What Omnipotence cannot do?

Here, put your troubles here

Entwined with crosses?

First there comes bitterness

Are you, beloved, walking in the midst of trouble?

And what are my troubles?

Blessed suffering

Oh be submissive, meek, and quiet

God's arrows

Patience Patience Patience

Just because He disposes all things

CALAMITIES—Chance, Fate, Satan or Predestination?

A cup of love?

Suffering Christian

Passing through the valley of weeping

Black envelopes

This is strange food to reason

Hear the voice of love in the rod

The school of trial

The school of Heaven!

A measure of trials is necessary

The bitter pill of adversity

Call Him 'Father' in the furnace!

We need a lot of chipping

THE REASON FOR CHASTISEMENT

Every tear that falls upon the pallid face of sorrow

Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble

Should a frog croak out a compliment to a toad?

His chastising hand

Later you will understand

Poverty and affliction

The problem of living in this world

This is my infirmity

A gospel honeycomb

The afflictions the Lord sends on His people

Every bitter cup

Treasures

We are both in the furnace

Christ's jewels

Trials are necessary to wean us from the world

A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care

Our present sufferings

There is something fascinating in GRIEF

The hard things

Unfailing love

What is your sorrow?

The furnace

Cancer, go to that child

Who sinned?

Infinite wisdom has appointed the whole

The purpose of all our sorrow and trouble

Disaster

Afflictions

A black messenger loaded with treasure

Tribulations, difficulties, and disappointments

He will not spoil His child by sparing His rod

The season of sickness

Would we really rather have things our way?

See here the evil of murmuring and complaining at our lot in the world

God's perfect will

What He takes from me, I gain most by

Comfort for SICK SAINTS

Your recent sickness had a voice

Oh, welcome sorrow welcome suffering

Afflicted one, you cannot believe it now

This unravels the mystery!

I can assure her that her child shall certainly recover

THE GREATEST TEMPORAL BLESSING

You have lately been in the furnace

Sickness

The benefits of sickness (part 1)

The benefits of sickness (part 2)

The school of Christ

The school of adversity

Afflictions

Gods appointments

The sweetest mercies of God

All things

Sweetly refreshed

Swine-troughs and husks

Troubles Trials Afflictions

We take much to uproot us

Show me why You contend with me

The sharp arrows of affliction

Have we not leaned upon a thousand things?

One fiery trial

Too wise to err and too good to be unkind

Losses, adversities, afflictions, griefs

Sweet affliction Sweet affliction

Unfreeze the frozen graces

Comfort in all your trouble

The more the diamond is cut

All life's tangles

A strange college

Carve the image of Christ on the wall of your heart

My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me

The black horse of affliction

Your portion

All the whys and wherefores

Our trials...

No storms, assaults, sieges, or pestilences

An amazing reverse of circumstances

Having hard times?

Pure Gold

God's tools and instruments

My Father did this

Bitter cups...

Kiss the rod

GOD BREAKS OUR IDOLS

Our worst things

True grace...

The afflictions of the ungodly

All the houses in this plague stricken land

A chastening God

All kinds of trials...

ARE YOU TROUBLED?

The Lord has just removed my dear lovely boy

Losses?

I asked the Lord...

GOD AFFLICTS THE GODLY

When your Father smites you

God's school

HIS WILL

Praying about trials

God's choicest mercies

The general cause of all suffering

A Compassionate High Priest and a Throne of Grace

Wait a little longer.

Sweet comfort...

Afflictions

Our present sufferings...

Trials, chastenings, afflictions...

Our trials?

In the furnace

They must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction

My Father's hand...

Because He loves you...

Choice quotes on AFFLICTION

Troubles, troubles, troubles...

Troubles

God's blows?

Sharp arrows

Afflictions are the mother of virtue...

The end of God in all His doings and dealings

Trials & providence...

Fiery trials

The highest honor?

Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?

Where God put you?

COMPASSED WITH INFIRMITY

Your Cross

God's rods

God's Chastening

OUR MISERIES, MESSENGERS OF MERCY

No trivial gifts?

Mourning into dancing

His everlasting shoulders...

Mountains of troubles

The axhead

Help Lord

Christ in the Sick Room

Afflictions

Words of Consolation, Pardon, and Hope, for the Tried and Sorrowful

Our afflictions proceed from God's heart

Tokens of God's love

Lessons of Peace in the School of Affliction

Choice Consolation for the Suffering Saints

Comfort for the Desponding—Words to Soothe and Cheer Troubled Hearts

Short Puritan quotes


 

 
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