I needed this.

Thank you Ann for this post.

My day was so dismal and bleak.

But upon reading these words, I realized that the bleak and the dismal can bring forth a bountiful harvest...of joy.

From Ann:

weekends are for grace’s sweet experience

Graces unexercised are as sweet perfumes
slumbering in the cups of the flowers:
the wisdom of the great Husbandman
overrules diverse and opposite causes to produce the one desired result,
and makes both affliction and consolation draw forth
the grateful odours of faith, love, patience,
hope, resignation, joy,
and the other fair flowers of the garden.
May we know by sweet experience, what this means.”        ~  Charles Spurgeon