i thought this was such a timely and spot-on reading from Springs in the Valley ... so i'm sharing with you guys ...
September 30
"Why art thou cast down, O my soul?" (Psalm 43:5)
The other evening I found myself staggering alone under a load that was heavy enough to crush half a dozen strong men. Out of sheer exhaustion I put it down and had a good look at it. I found that it was all borrowed: part of it belonged to the following day; part of it belonged to the following week - and here was I borrowing it that it might crush me now! It is a very stupid, but a very ancient blunder.
- F.W. Boreham.
You and I are to take our trials, our black Fridays, our lone and long nights, and we are to come to Him and say, "Manage these, Thou Wondrous Friend, Who canst turn the very night into the morning; manage these for me!"
Sparrow, He guardeth thee;
Never a flight but thy wings He
upholdeth;
Never a night but thy nest He
enfoldeth;
Safely He guardeth thee.
Lily, He robeth thee;
Though thou must fade, by the Summer
bemoaned,
Thou art arrayed fair as monarch
enthroned;
Spotless He robeth thee.
Hear, thou of little faith;
Sparrow and lily are soulless and dying;
Deathless art thou; will He slight
thy faint crying?
Trust, thou of little faith!
- R.G.W.
