Sifted, because you are precious…

Spurgeon:
The farmer does not sift his wheat because he dislikes it, but just the opposite; he sifts it because it is precious. And thou, child of God, thy trials and changes, and constant catastrophes, and afflictions, are no proofs of want of affection on the part of
the Most High, but the very contrary.

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