“This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing.” (Isa. 28:12)
WHY dost thou worry thyself? What use can thy fretting serve? Thou art on board a vessel which thou couldst not steer even if the great Captain put thee at the helm, of which thou couldst not so much as reef a sail yet thou worriest as if thou wert captain and helmsman. Oh, be quiet; God is Master!
Dost thou think that all this din and hurly-burly that is abroad betokens that God has left His throne?
No, man, His coursers rush furiously on, and His chariot is the storm; but there is a bit between their jaws, and He holds the reins, and guides them as He wills! Jehovah is Master yet; believe it; peace be unto thee! be not afraid.—C. H. Spurgeon.
“Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep; The storms are raging on God’s deep— God’s deep, not thine; be still and sleep. “Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep; God’s hands shall still the tempter’s sweep— God’s hands, not thine; be still and sleep. “Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep; God’s love is strong while night hours creep— God’s love, not thine; be still and sleep. “Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep; God’s heaven will comfort those who weep— God’s heaven, not thine; be still and sleep.”
I entreat you, give no place to despondency. This is a dangerous temptation—a refined, not a gross temptation of the adversary. Melancholy contracts and withers the heart, and renders it unfit to receive the impressions of grace. It magnifies and gives a false coloring to objects, and thus renders your burdens too heavy to bear. God’s designs regarding you, and His methods of bringing about these designs, are infinitely wise.