DrDollars is in da house!

2012-01-29T04:57:00.001-08:00

Make Better Quality Decisions with the Help of This Spreadsheet http://bit.ly/yRHuKW

2012-01-28T14:17:00.001-08:00

When I delete an iPhone app, the shaking icons make me feel like they’re panicking over who’s getting cut from the team

2012-01-28T08:46:00.001-08:00

10 Amazing things you didn't know about China http://bit.ly/dCG92T

2012-01-28T04:57:00.001-08:00

Why We Add & Drop Friends on Facebook http://bit.ly/yhNyY9

2012-01-28T02:39:00.001-08:00

Find out who Google thinks you are http://bit.ly/yTduOj (and how it may even have your sex wrong)

2012-01-27T17:37:00.001-08:00

A mother's love can help prevent illness even into middle age http://bit.ly/yB1sdw

2012-01-27T11:58:00.001-08:00

Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain

2012-01-27T01:37:00.001-08:00

A quarter of us regret our tweets... http://bit.ly/wEk5dS or say something they would never say to a person's face

2012-01-26T21:06:00.001-08:00

32 Important Truths I’ve Learned About Life http://bit.ly/zZ0EAR

2012-01-26T16:03:00.001-08:00

5 Ways to Get Old Facebook Back http://ping.fm/y6hVh

2012-01-26T06:32:00.001-08:00

Girl, 17, who has eaten mostly fries & chicken nuggets since she was 2 collapses http://bit.ly/wzeITA

2012-01-26T01:22:00.001-08:00

6 Myths Everyone Believes about Space http://bit.ly/zEBfKA (Thanks to Movies)

2012-01-25T21:02:00.001-08:00

How to Look your Best in Photos http://ping.fm/CIMkT

2012-01-25T14:31:00.001-08:00

Meet the woman who literally throws herself at men http://bit.ly/A2yjbg All in the name of art

2012-01-25T13:44:00.001-08:00

Win Free Evernote Premium for life! http://bit.ly/x1Qlkq

2012-01-25T06:00:00.001-08:00

Google announces privacy changes that users can’t opt out of http://wapo.st/zaFQ8B Didn't we fight this battle before?

2012-01-25T04:38:00.001-08:00

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said. (Just like Social Media)

2012-01-25T00:14:00.001-08:00

Dog survives after owner gets into lift holding lead... and accidentally leaves animal outside http://bit.ly/AfFo9A

2012-01-24T20:54:00.001-08:00

In the spirit of better health, here's a cute baby in a funny hat... http://bit.ly/z0YDTu

In the spirit of better health, here's a cute baby in a funny hat...

2012-01-24T20:51:00.000-08:00

2012-01-24T20:23:00.001-08:00

Thinking of babies in funny hats makes you healthier, say scientists http://bit.ly/wpyr1J

2012-01-24T18:34:00.001-08:00

How Social Media nearly ruined an innocent student's life http://bit.ly/wNj1yb

2012-01-24T10:47:00.001-08:00

How Twitter Changed My Life http://bit.ly/zjUQCS

2012-01-24T07:08:00.001-08:00

Teachers warned over befriending pupils on Facebook http://bit.ly/xBRSkV

2012-01-24T02:37:00.001-08:00

Could shops charge you MORE for products you've 'Liked' online? http://bit.ly/wa25aK Now you know why FB has no dislike button

2012-01-23T21:45:00.001-08:00

Where does Google make it’s money from? http://bit.ly/A2qHlE (A Breakdown of it's $27.9 billion revenue for 2011)

2012-01-23T16:59:00.001-08:00

10 Golden Rules to Live By http://bit.ly/Ah8B7w

2012-01-23T08:42:00.001-08:00

Megaupload effect: FileSonic drops file sharing, Uploaded.to drops US downloads http://bit.ly/yYsEKs

2012-01-23T05:35:00.001-08:00

Falling asleep after sex is a good thing because it shows you are in love http://bit.ly/wemwTK

2012-01-23T02:34:00.001-08:00

12 (evidence-based) Secrets of Being Happy http://bitly.com/zklpV8

2012-01-22T20:37:00.001-08:00

If couples who are in love are called "love birds" then couples that argue all the time should be called "angry birds"

2012-01-22T19:24:00.001-08:00

Some people like my advice so much that they frame it upon the wall instead of using it.

2012-01-22T16:14:00.001-08:00

Giraffe hunters pay £10,000 to shoot the gentle giants with guns and bows http://bit.ly/y97tbA (Unbelievable!)

2012-01-22T15:07:00.001-08:00

That awkward moment when somebody is doing dishes and you slowly put another dish in the sink

2012-01-22T08:38:00.001-08:00

Giraffe hunters who pay £10,000 to shoot the gentle giants with guns and bows http://bit.ly/y97tbA

2012-01-22T07:21:00.001-08:00

The Dragon Year draws near...

2012-01-22T03:07:00.001-08:00

7 Weird Facts about Women's Clothings http://bit.ly/xWekCR

2012-01-21T20:42:00.001-08:00

6 Silliest Ways People have Gotten Rich http://bit.ly/x6wwe6

2012-01-21T16:08:00.001-08:00

So who captured the best Double Rainbow photo yesterday? http://bit.ly/ArFalB & http://bit.ly/zGUlUh

2012-01-21T14:34:00.001-08:00

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely. Auguste Rodin

2012-01-21T06:38:00.001-08:00

If guys had periods, we’d brag about the size of our tampons.

2012-01-20T20:59:00.001-08:00

They say you should pay your bills with a smile, I tried... but they wanted cash.

2012-01-20T19:01:00.001-08:00

What Does a Woman Mean When She Says "Nothing" http://bit.ly/wrlRnv

2012-01-20T14:17:00.001-08:00

A man asked a fairy to make him desirable & irresistible to all women. She turned him into a credit card...

2012-01-20T05:29:00.001-08:00

Wonders why people with bad breath are always trying to tell me a secret...

2012-01-20T04:11:00.001-08:00

It's easy to be wise... Just think of something stupid to say and then don't say it.

2012-01-19T20:50:00.001-08:00

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed. Mahatma Gandhi

2012-01-19T20:08:00.001-08:00

What NOT To Post On Facebook http://huff.to/yxU8Jm (13 Things You Shouldn't Tell Your Facebook Friends)

2012-01-19T18:47:00.001-08:00

Two-thirds of parents puzzled by children's science questions http://bit.ly/zjDakB (and one in five make up answers)

2012-01-19T16:08:00.001-08:00

Hello Kitty Now in Star Wars and Star Trek! http://bit.ly/xlqKwZ

2012-01-19T14:33:00.001-08:00

Science Confirms: Don’t Go to Sleep Angry http://ping.fm/6YhVQ

2012-01-19T06:36:00.001-08:00

An ant just crawled under my keyboard keys, but I have it under Ctrl

2012-01-18T18:13:00.001-08:00

I was just lying in bed, counting the stars, then i realised... Where Did My Ceiling Go?!!!

2012-01-18T16:45:00.001-08:00

How to Train Your Brain to Focus http://bit.ly/wZGFjq

2012-01-18T10:44:00.001-08:00

Materialism: buying things we don't need with money we don't have to impress people that don't matter.

2012-01-18T09:55:00.001-08:00

Why Facebook 'makes you sad' http://bit.ly/zfxThX Pictures can make people jealous of each others' lives

2012-01-18T06:45:00.001-08:00

Why your doctor wants you to buy MORE shoes http://bit.ly/zWMe8y

2012-01-18T04:13:00.001-08:00

Fat and unhealthy? http://bit.ly/wuhU8G Blame your genes, the environment and now... your parents

2012-01-18T00:32:00.001-08:00

On Shopping with Women http://bit.ly/wYvJzF

2012-01-17T16:28:00.001-08:00

Solved! the mystery of why teenagers are so moody: http://bit.ly/wUuAZW (Their brains go into overdrive when they enjoy something)

2012-01-17T16:01:00.001-08:00

From the Renaissance genius who painted the Mona Lisa... the da Vinci handbag http://bit.ly/AAfUfq

2012-01-17T05:05:00.001-08:00

How come we don't see psychics winning the lottery all the time?

2012-01-17T03:52:00.001-08:00

56% of employers check applicants’ Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter accounts http://zd.net/A48dn2

2012-01-17T01:24:00.001-08:00

The iPhone 4S: 4 Common Problems and Solutions http://bit.ly/y69pib

He Giveth More Grace

2012-01-17T00:21:00.000-08:00

He giveth more grace,
When the burdens grow greater.
He sendeth more strength,
When the labors increase.
To added affliction,
He addeth His mercy.
To multiplied trials,
He multiplies peace.

His love has no limits,
His grace has no measure.
His power has no boundary,
No, none to mend.
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth, and giveth again.

When we have exhausted our store of abundance.
When our strength has failed everyday is half done.
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limits,
His grace has no measure.
His power has no boundary,
No, none to mend.
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

He Giveth More Grace
By Annie Johnson Flint (24 December 1866 - 8 September 1932)

Biography Of Annie Johnson Flint

What is the secret behind the popularity of the poems of Annie Johnson Flint? The answer lay in the fact that here is one who wrote from her heart; one who endured, heroically and triumphantly, throughout a long life of suffering and pain. She demonstrated to the world how God could be glorified in the midst of physical trials and tribulations few of us are called upon to bear.

It is of the simple things of life that Annie writes. And yet, it is the simple things that are often the most profound. These she expresses by words that enchant the ear, delight the heart, and minister comfort to the soul. Buffeted by the perplexities and the sorrows of life few others are called upon to bear, Miss Flint wrote out of the depths of her own experience. She lived the realities she proclaimed through verse.

Annie Johnson Flint was born on Christmas Eve, in the year 1866, in the little town of Vineland, New Jersey. Eldon and Jean Johnson, the father and mother, welcomed that Christmas present as the greatest earthly gift. The father was from Vermont, and her mother, Scotland.

The only remembrance of her mother dates back to the time just before her mother’s death in 1869 (at the age of twenty-three) following the birth of a baby sister for Annie. She must have looked with wonder from that baby face into the mother’s face that day, for it was the only imprint of that mother’s likeness that lived in her memory.

The baby was left for life-long companionship. The father took the children to board with the widow of an old army comrade who had been killed in the Civil War. It was not a happy arrangement. The woman had two children of her own and her means were very limited. During the two years the Johnson girls added to the cares of that family, they were evidently unwelcome and unwanted.

But it was at this time when the outlook seemed so dark for their young lives, that a neighbor interposed in a kindly way. She loomed in the memory as Aunt Susie, although she could claim no blood relation to this friend. Aunt Susie was a school teacher, and boarded near the school in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Flint.

She became so strongly attached to the Johnson girls that was continually speaking of them to the Flints, and at last so aroused their sympathy on behalf of the motherless children, that a little over two years after their mother’s death they were adopted by the Flints, whose name thereafter they bore. While their name might sound hard and stony, their hearts were very tender.

Two things made Mr. Johnson willing to part with the children: first, he was suffering at the time with an incurable disease from which he shortly afterwards died; second, the Flints offered a home after his own desire. They were Baptists, and Mr. Johnson was very anxious that the children should be brought up in the Baptist faith.

Later Annie was converted in a Methodist revival meeting and many of her most intimate friends were connected with those churches. Then as the years rolled by she was helped by men and woman in many branches of the evangelical church, and in return she herself became God’s channel of blessing to that wider fellowship. She looked upon that "household of faith" as really one great family, with one faith, one Lord, one baptism, working under one Divine Spirit, having one master over all.

Mr. and Mrs. Flint were true Christians, and love reigned in their home. The two girls were taken right to their hearts, and loved as though they were their own flesh and blood. The daily training was thorough, both in Christian and domestic spheres. When Annie was eight years old the family left the farm and moved into Vineland, New Jersey, but the touch of the country life never left her in all her years.

When they reached their new home in town, revival meetings were in progress, and she attended. It was during one of those meetings that the Spirit of God operated upon that young heart and brought her to saving faith in Christ. She always believed that at that time she was truly converted, and while she did not join the church until ten years later, she never doubted that the eternal work was then wrought.

She strongly opposed the idea that young children cannot apprehend spiritual truths. She felt that divine mysteries were often plainer to the simple faith of a child than to many adults, blinded by their own prejudices and intellectual doubts. It was not difficult for her to endorse the words of the Master, "You have hidden these things from the wise and prudent, and have revealed them unto babes."

School Days
It was about the time that she passed through this spiritual experience that the poetic interest began to awaken within her. She tells of the thrill of her life when she realized that she could express herself in verse. Then came another move. When she was fourteen the family went to Camden, New Jersey, and there the two girls continued their schooling.

Here, as a young girl, she enjoyed two years in the public schools, followed by one year in the school at Trenton, and three years of teaching. But it was at this time that arthritis first laid its cruel touch upon her, strengthening its grip so rapidly that in less than five years she was unable to walk.
Hearing cures were possible at the Sanitarium at Clifton Springs, New York, she went there, but the disease proved to be far too advanced for help, however. Because of the large numbers of ministers, missionaries, and teachers that visited the resort, she found the spiritual atmosphere of the place extremely satisfying and stimulating. So she decided to make Clifton Springs her home, and remained living there till the time of her death.

There was nothing special to mark the years that flew by in that time. She was very fond of reading, and made good use of her adopted father’s library, which contained a good number of the works of standard authors, such as Dickens, Kingsley and Bulwer-Lytton, in addition to a majority of the poets.

It was at this period that she formed one friendship that continued through the years. this friend told of her early recollections of Annie as she then appeared, "a pretty, dark-eyed girl, with a clear olive complexion, and long black curls. She was kindhearted, merry and vivacious - a general favorite with the boys and girls at school." This friend wrote: "Every Saturday afternoon we met, as a select literary society of two to read our favorite poets, and then we attempted verse ourselves."

When this friend moved from Annie’s home to another town, we know little of their later companionships though they kept in touch to the close of life. These years were the formative years. At only nine years of age it was discovered that she could put words together in rhythm and rhyme.

Her first poem was descriptive of frost pictures on the windowpane. Realizing that she possessed the power of painting the beauty of nature in words gave her such a thrill of awe and delight. From that time forward, everything around her went into rhyme - lessons, school incidents; all sorts of happenings, both real and imaginary. From the beginning. “verse-making was so easy and so pleasant to do that it had never seemed a work or a duty. It appeared so small a thing that I held it of no importance. I was like the Syrian General who would not have shrunk from doing some great or difficult task, but despised the seven dippings in the Jordan.”

Before she was twelve years old she was setting poems to music. Her talent seemed to be musical, and she had hopes of becoming a composer and concert pianist. But this dream was abandoned when she became unable to play.

According to His mercy, she was shut in to just one mode of expression: that of poetry. Not willing to accept this to be a restriction, as the years passed, it became more and more, an absorbing occupation, as well as a solace and a delight. Many a year had gone by before she ceased to regard her poems merely as a compensation for the loss of her music, and came to see them as the work and the ministry to which God was calling her.

It was then she became more conscious of herself as an individual and of her surroundings. She realized, too, her good fortune in having such a home and such foster parents. The Flints were people of high principle. They taught the girls to be self-reliant, independent and economical. They gave her a healthy horror of debt. "Owe no man anything," was a command tacitly obeyed.

Mr. and Mrs. Flint provided a good home with plenty to eat and enough to wear, but there was no waste. "Gather up the fragments that nothing be lost" was a rule strictly observed. By this time she made all her own clothes as well as her mother’s, except their best dresses, for which a dressmaker came into the house twice a year. She was also capable of taking charge of the housekeeping if necessary.

It was in her girlhood years that she stored up in the child mind the wealth of these things that burst forth in the later years. In those long, long years in which she was "shut in" those nature psalms would never have had the touch that was given to them but for the memories of girlhood when she ran untrammeled under Heaven’s canopy and out into open fields and woods. Not that she lost her observation of nature! We remember standing beside her sick-couch one day when she suddenly observed " We are going to have rain today. My robin has just changed his note. He never sings in that tone unless the rain is coming" Sure enough, the rain came.

Characteristics
Whether by nature or through her early Christian experience, Annie was generally disposed to be cheerful and optimistic. She looked on the bright side of life, and was quite fond of jokes and able to get as much enjoyment out of life. Aunt Susie had often told her that when she was just learning to walk she marched across the room with head up regardless of any obstacle in the way, and a forward looking lifted up head was a characteristic attitude. It was typical of the courage which she was to manifest in later life when she was hemmed in by so many trials. She certainly learned to endure hardness as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

Then she had a generous nature, and was ever ready to share what she had with others, and was ever more willing to grant favors than to accept them.

But we are sure that it is a mistake to touch on the commendable characteristic in her life records without lifting the veil on the other side, Annie was very human, and she herself had left a record of the glaring faults as she saw them. While still a child she had a very quick temper which flared up on slight provocation, but as quickly died down. She never claimed entire freedom from this tendency, but she had learned the secret of grace in overcoming.

Another characteristic was her acute sensitiveness, which made her keenly alive to the needs and the wrongs of other, and as is usual with one of this nature, her likes and dislikes were intense. She admits further that if she was accused of something she had not done and for which she was unjustly reproved, she indulged in sulky spells which lasted far longer than the storm of temper. She would not speak to anyone while in these moods nor condescend to explain any mistake which might have been made. This was an unfortunate trait in her childhood.

But she records her greatest fault as lack of patience, with herself as well as others. She did not like to wait for a thing. She wanted to see results at once. With this there was coupled a dogged persistence and she refused to give up anything once begun, until it was finished. This helped her to accomplish many a hard and distasteful task, but all through her life the hardest lesson she had to learn was patience.

Again and again she had to be reminded to wait patiently for the Lord. It was so much easier to wait eagerly and impatiently, or to spend the time making plans and devising schemes for doing something when the waiting time was over. One text that seemed especially written for her was, "Through faith and patience (we) inherit the promises."

Mixing The Bitter With The Sweet
Finishing her high school she spent one year at normal school and had a position offered to her. It was a great temptation to begin earning money and as her mother was failing in health, and already had had one slight stroke. She felt that she was really needed at home, so she started teaching the primary class in the same school that she had attended as a girl.

According to her contract with the normal school she taught for three years, though early in the second year arthritis began to show itself. She tried several doctors in turn, but it steadily grew worse until it became difficult for her to walk at all, and she had a hard time finishing out the third year. After that she was obliged to give up her work, and there followed three years of increasing helplessness.

The death of both her adopted parents within a few months of each other left the two girls alone again. There was little money in the bank and the twice-orphaned children had come to a real "Red Sea Place" in their lives.

It was just then that the faithful Aunt Susie again came to the rescue. She had been in the Sanitarium at Clifton Springs NJ and was convinced that Annie could find help and healing there. Accordingly arrangements were made for Annie to go and she was to have the rent of the house she was leaving for her income.

Picture if you can the hopelessness of Annie’s position when she finally received the verdict of the doctors of the Clifton Springs Sanitarium, that henceforth she would be a helpless invalid. Her own parents had been taken from her in childhood, and her foster parents both passed away. Her one sister was very frail and struggling to meet her own situation bravely.

Annie was in a condition where she was compelled to be dependent upon the care of others who could not afford to minister to her except as compensated by her. In after years she always stated that her poems were born of the need of others and not from her own need; but one knows full well that she never could have written as she did for the comfort and help of thousands of others if she had not had the background of facing those very crises in her own life.

Pressed Into Poetry And Print
With a pen pushed through bent fingers and held by swollen joints she wrote first without any thought that it might be an avenue of ministry, or that it would bring her returns that might help in her support. Her verses provided a solace for her in the long hours of suffering. Then she began making hand-lettered cards and gift books, and decorated some of her own verses.

Her "Christmas Carols" became popular. Two card publishers printed these greetings and this helped to get her foot on the first rung of the ladder of support. It gave her the larger vision of possibly securing openings through some of the magazines, by which her poems could be a wider blessing, and at the same time bring some little return that would minister to her own pressing need.

She succeeded in placing a number of her poems in the old CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOUR WORLD, and the SUNDAY SCHOOL TIMES had accepted several. From the first her writings appealed to Bingham’s and they made them a special feature in the columns of THE EVANGELICAL CHRISTIAN. Testimonies came in from many directions of blessing received, so in 1919 Bingham’s put forth the first little brochure of her poems, under the title "By the Way, Travelogues of Cheer." Seven of these brochures, ever increasingly attractive, and ever more widely circulated, were issued.

The publication of her booklets and the action of the SUNDAY SCHOOL TIMES linked her up with a world wide fellowship. For a long time she sought to deal with this ministry herself, and to carry the burden of correspondence. One wonders how she could ever get a pen through those poor twisted fingers; but she was a beautiful writer, and a wonderful correspondent.

Her letters were unique, bright and breezy, though written from her bed of affliction. They were as rich as her poems, and whatever the stage of her affliction, or however great the pain through which she might be passing, she always had a touch of humor that was refreshing. One of her great regrets in the after years was that the progress of her affliction made it necessary to dictate the messages to her friends and of course this added to her expense. When she could afford it, she liked to go into the Sanitarium for a month or two around the Christmas season. It gave her a little more care and helpful medical treatment and at the same time she came into contact in that institution with a large number of guests who purchased her booklets and cards.

One of the lessons which she learned in connection with the life of faith was that she could not dictate to the Lord as to how He was to supply the need. She had been brought up with a sturdy independence. She still struggled to make ends meet. She still sought to cut down expenses in order that she might be able to pay as she went.

The thought of charity was obnoxious to her. She loved to give to others and help those who were in need, but to receive from others - that was quite another matter. The breaking down of her prejudice in this sphere came about in a very simple way. One of the boarders staying at the house where she lived, when saying good-bye, tactfully slipped into her hand a gift of money. This was the first time such a thing had ever happened, and Annie’s pride was up in arms at once. The woman evidently noticed a difference in her manner and explained that she wished to leave some remembrance with her, but not knowing what her special need might be, thought it better to let her choose. Then she added something which went home. Annie never forgot it. She said, "You know Jesus Christ said ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive,’ but how can there be any givers to whom the blessing can come unless there are those who are willing to receive? It takes two halves to make a whole" Then she appealed to Annie and asked if their positions were reversed and she had the means, would she not be glad to give?

This turned things around so completely that she had to admit that she had no right to withhold from others the blessing of giving. She took the gift so kindly meant, and tried to be a willing receiver if that would help some giver to obtain a blessing. Her life was lived, as someone has said, from hand to mouth, but as she liked to have it expressed, the mouth was hers, and the hand was God’s and His hand was never empty.

But there came times of real trial and testing. Sales sometimes fell off, and extra needs pressed in. Sometimes for considerable periods she had to have a trained nurse. There were doctor’s bills running up, and then too she was under pressure of many other trials; but again it was in these very conditions that some of the heart experiences wrought by them, brought her where she could be a blessing and help to others.

One of her sweetest sonnets which she says was born of experience of another would never have found expression if it had not been for her own trials. The special incident that drew it forth was the visit of a little, tired, discouraged deaconess to Clifton Springs. She used to a call and tell her troubles to Annie, and when she left and went back to the west, she wrote saying how blue she felt, and how down hearted, and she didn’t see why God allowed such hard things to come into her life.

Annie put her answer in a poem. Nothing sweeter ever came from her pen. She titled it : "WHAT GOD HATH PROMISED". In another sphere her friends criticized and challenged her faith. As her story became known far and wide it was natural that she should receive many visitors. Many of these were sincerely interested in her welfare.

Among them were some who strongly believed that healing of the body was for every child of God in this life. Their claim was that healing was in the Atonement and purchased for us by Christ, and that everyone who was walking obediently could claim deliverance from physical infirmities and bodily sicknesses. She listened to what they had to say. More than that, she went earnestly and prayerfully to search the Scriptures as to God’s will. It was only after a most painstaking study and prayer, and reading of the best writers on this subject that she reached the conclusion that, while God can and does heal in this way in some cases, in others He does not; that He has seen fit to leave some of the most triumphant saints deeply afflicted.

She saw too that many of those who pressed their theory were themselves afflicted with infirmity, and while telling others that they ought to claim healing, bore in their own lives the failure of their theory. Annie became thoroughly convinced that God intended to glorify Himself through her, in her weak, earthen vessel, and like Paul she had three times and more prayed that this might be taken from her, there came to her with real assurance the promise which said, "My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness." She reached the place where she could also say with Paul, "Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon me" [2 Corinthians 12:9].

Sunset And Eventide
Annie determined that there was to be "no moaning of the bar when (she) put out to sea." The last years of her life brought her no ease from her affliction, no lessening of pain and suffering. Yet, we think that those closing years she really exemplified more than ever some of the sweetness of her earlier verses.

In Annie’s own notes from which this sketch of her life is written, her affliction receives little notice. She would have it so. Although crippled, she did not consider herself helpless and that she could do nothing but bemoan her lot. She believed that God had laid her aside for a purpose, even though that purpose was obscure to her at times, but she also believed that He had work for her to do and she put her very best into the writing of her poems, rendering this ministry unto Him.

The results has been that her verses have an unusually deep appeal to human hearts. The simple reason is that she felt what she wrote, and out of the crucible of suffering she was able to administer that comfort to others wherewith she herself had been comforted of God.

No one but God and she knew what suffering she endured as the disease became worse with the passing of the years, and new complications developed. But through it all her faith in the goodness and mercy of God never wavered. There were many times, no doubt, when her soul would be burdened with the mystery of it all and the why and wherefore of the thing that she was called to endure. In that respect she was most human like the rest of us, but the marvelous thing is that her faith never faltered, and that she was at all times able to say "Thy will be done."

For more than forty years there was scarcely a day when she did not suffer pain. For thirty-seven years she became increasingly helpless. Her joints had become rigid, although she was able to turn her head, and in great pain write a few lines on paper. But long before these years of helplessness she had received her one great affirmation from God which settled all her doubts. Perhaps the shortest stanza which she wrote was upon the words, " For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen." From this verse she wrote:

Is God-?’ ‘Does God-?’
Man’s ‘Why?’ and ‘How?’
In ceaseless iteration storm the sky.
‘I am’; I will’; ‘I do’ - sure Word of God,
Yea and Amen, Christ answers each cry;
To all our anguished questionings and doubts
Eternal affirmation and reply.

There is an old legend that the nightingale sings best with its breast against the thorn; and it was so with Miss Flint. The crucible of her suffering became the vehicle through which her verse was brought into full bloom. And once it had, it became as a carriage, imparting very fragrance of heaven to others through poem.

A great number of Miss Flint’s poems were written about God’s great outdoors, from which she was shut off almost entirely all her life. But her radiant faith lent wings to her imagination. She sang many a song of praise, not only for the things bright and beautiful, but for all that had come from the hand of the Lord she loved.

The seven volumes of her poems issued by Evangelical Publishers are bubbling over with the joy of life; with praise and thanksgiving for all created things, and the love of God that was made manifest to this world through His Son. Something of Miss Flint’s trials and suffering are told in Dr. Bingham’s story of her life, “The Making of the Beautiful.” And though it was for more than forty years that she quite literally “endured as seeing Him who is invisible,” there is not a trace of self-pity or despondency, no moaning over the fate that was hers to bear, no railing against the Will of God, nor any questioning of Him Whom she was convinced does all things well.

It may be that Miss Flint’s poems will never qualify for a place in the niche of fame or be found among the ranks of the immortals. But, then, she did not strive for that. Instead, she wrote for the common people of the world; men and women who face life with its burdens and its difficulties. Those who search through the rain and dark shadows, to perceive that promised rainbow, just beyond the clouds: The one encircling the throne.

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.

Refrain: But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

Less than a week before her passing, Mrs. Bingham and Mr. Stock. with whom Annie had had most of the correspondence about the publication of her poems, called to see her, in early morning. The nurse gave her "no" to the request for an interview, but when the name was passed in, she said it mattered not whether it was morning, noon or night, nothing should keep them out of her chamber. And for an hour they had delightful fellowship. There was no thought then of the immediate passing.

But on Thursday morning, the following week, September 8th, 1932, she felt very tired and wondered if she could live the day out. When the doctor was called he stated that it was just weakness. But all that day she did not improve and the doctor was called again in the evening. He saw at once that she was in great distress and her heart was behaving badly. Before giving her a hypodermic he asked if there was anything she wished to say or have her friend do as she might not rally. Her last words were: " I have nothing to say. It’s all right." A few minutes later she had gone to be with Christ, sorrow, pain, suffering and death were ended forever, for the former had passed away.

In considering the life of Annie Johnson Flint one is perplexed with questions as old as humanity itself, such as the mystery of pain and suffering. That the wicked should suffer as the reward for their wrong doing seems just and right, but that the righteous should pass through the furnace, sometimes heated seven times, is a great stumbling block to many people.

That is because we only see half the circle of life. One thing we are sure of, and that is that the Divine Potter makes no mistakes as He molds the clay in His hands. When it comes forth from His hand, He has fashioned it indeed, a goodly vessel prepared and fit for the Master’s use.

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Job’s Sacrifice Of Praise

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Amid the ashes God’s servant sat,
Dejected and alone;
His family dead, his body suffering,
And all his riches gone.

“Curse God,” the devil said to him,
smiting Job with boils,
“Curse God and die,” came from his wife,
“be done with earthly toils.”

“What more could a servant suffer?”
asked his three best friends,
“Even God has turned His back,
and left you in the end.”

But Job gave no thought for his self pity,
As he stirred there in the dust,
But praise came from within his heart,
Where God, the King, reigned, just.

“Curse God,” you say, you foolish ones,
“and just lie down and die?”
Deny my God His right as King;
Believe the devil’s lie?

And who am I to defy my God,
who owns this lump of clay?
But praise comes forth, my thanks to Him
That I have seen this day.

For He is God and I am not…
To chose how I shall live;
I gladly offer up to Him
All He would have me give.

No, I’ll not curse His name,
But praise His name instead;
Acknowledge Him who has the right
To be my Lord, my head.

For life has no other meaning
Than that I should shun my every whim;
Lay down my life, offer up my praise,
Submit myself to Him.

For He plans only good for me.
Throughout my whole life through;
If I but bow and praise His name
For all He resolves to do.

Job’s Sacrifice Of Praise

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