[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0707":3},"JULY 7\r\nHe hath made me a polished shaft (Isa. 49:2).\r\nThere is a very famous \"Pebble Beach\" at Pescadero, on the\r\nCalifornia coast. The lone line of white surf comes up with its\r\neverlasting roar, and rattles and thunders among the stones on the shore. They are caught in the arms of the pitiless waves, and\r\ntossed and rolled, and rubbed together, and ground against the   sharp-grained cliffs. Day and night forever the ceaseless attrition goes on-never any rest And the result?\r\nTourists from all the world flock thither to gather the round and\r\nbeautiful stones. They are laid up in cabinets; they ornament the parlor mantels. But go yonder, around the point of the cliff that\r\nbreaks off the face of the sea; and up in that quiet cove,\r\nsheltered from the storms, and lying ever in the sun, you shall   find abundance of pebbles that have never been chosen by the traveler.\r\nWhy are these left all the years through unsought? For the simple reason that they have escaped all the turmoil and attrition of the\r\nwaves, and the quiet and peace have left them as they found them, rough and angular and devoid of beauty. Polish comes through\r\ntrouble.\r\nSince God knows what niche we are to fill, let us trust Him to\r\nshape us to it Since He knows what work we are to do, let us trust Him to drill us to the proper preparation.\r\nO blows that smite! O hurts that pierce This shrinking heart of mine!\r\nWhat are ye but the Master's tools Forming a work Divine?\r\n\"Nearly all God's jewels are crystallized tears.\"",1783499793184]