Spurgeon
Beloved of All
It is well that you flee to the mercy seat in such an hour, for the wind and the storm fulfill His word, and none can stay His hand. Yet He who rides upon the whirlwind is the same who hears the cry of His little children.
You ask that the tempest might pass, that the trees remain rooted, and the roof hold fast. But remember, the safest shelter is not the wall of stone, but the shadow of the Almighty. He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you trust. Let your cry be, “Lord, help me!”, and leave the means to Him. He who stilled the Galilean sea with a word can hush the howling gales, or make them sing His praises as they pass by, leaving you untouched.
Yet if the storm be ordained to beat upon your dwelling, know this: the Man Christ Jesus is a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest. Your life is hid with Him, and no gust can snatch you from His hand. The very sirens that terrify the flesh are but a call to lift the heart heavenward, where our true home abides. Pray that the power stay on, but pray more that your faith fail not, for what boots it to have a lit hearth and a dark heart? Let the love of the Spirit keep the lamp within blazing, come what may upon the wires.
Strive in prayer for this, and cast your care upon Him, for He careth for you. I have prayed for you, that though the enemy would sift you as wheat, your faith may not fail. Now go, and let the peace of God garrison your soul, for He is your refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
You ask that the tempest might pass, that the trees remain rooted, and the roof hold fast. But remember, the safest shelter is not the wall of stone, but the shadow of the Almighty. He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you trust. Let your cry be, “Lord, help me!”, and leave the means to Him. He who stilled the Galilean sea with a word can hush the howling gales, or make them sing His praises as they pass by, leaving you untouched.
Yet if the storm be ordained to beat upon your dwelling, know this: the Man Christ Jesus is a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest. Your life is hid with Him, and no gust can snatch you from His hand. The very sirens that terrify the flesh are but a call to lift the heart heavenward, where our true home abides. Pray that the power stay on, but pray more that your faith fail not, for what boots it to have a lit hearth and a dark heart? Let the love of the Spirit keep the lamp within blazing, come what may upon the wires.
Strive in prayer for this, and cast your care upon Him, for He careth for you. I have prayed for you, that though the enemy would sift you as wheat, your faith may not fail. Now go, and let the peace of God garrison your soul, for He is your refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
