Let
not your heart be troubled: you believe in God,
believe also in Me.
John 14:1
Wherein
you greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, you are in heaviness
through manifold trials...Whom having not seen, you love; in whom, though now
you see Him not, yet believing, you rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of
glory: receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:6, 8
God,
let Thy mighty heart beat into mine,
And let mine answer as a
pulse to Thine.
See, I am low; yea, very
low; but Thou
Art high, and Thou canst
lift me up to Thee.
I am a child, fool before
Thee, God;
But Thou hast made my
weakness as my strength.
I am an emptiness for
Thee to fill;
My soul, a cavern for Thy
sea. I lie
Diffused, abandoning
myself to Thee…
—I will look up, if life
should fail in looking.
GEORGE MACDONALD
Within and Without
Where showers fall most,
there the grass is greenest. I suppose the fogs and mists of Ireland make
it "the Emerald Isle"; and whenever you find great fogs of trouble,
and mists of sorrow, you always find emerald green hearts; full of the
beautiful verdure of the comfort and love of God. O Christian, do not
thou be saying, "Where are the swallows gone? They are gone; they
are dead." They are not dead; they have skimmed the purple sea, and
gone to a far-off land; but they will be back again by and by. Child of
God, say not the flowers are dead; say not the winter has killed them, and they
are gone. Ah, no! Though winter hath coated them with the ermine of
its snow; they will put up their heads again, and will be alive very
soon. Say not, child of God, that the sun is quenched, because the cloud
hath hidden it. Ah, no; he is behind there, brewing summer for thee; for
when he cometh out again, he will have made the clouds fit to drop in April
showers, all of them mothers of the sweet May flowers. And oh! above all,
when thy God hides His face, say not that He hath forgotten thee. He is
but tarrying a little while to make thee love Him better; and when He cometh,
thou shalt have joy in the Lord, and shalt rejoice with joy unspeakable.
Waiting exercises our grace; waiting tries our faith; therefore, wait on in
hope; for though the promise tarry, it can never come too late.
C.H.
Spurgeon
Mornings and
Evenings
