It is well to have Grace enough to see that tribulation comes from God, He fills the bitter cup as well as the sweet goblet. My enemy struck at me and he might make me fall, but, in very truth, my gracious God was using him to chasten me that I might not fall. The enemy was moved by malice, but God was working by him in love to my soul. The second agent sought my ruin, but the Great First Cause worked my education and establishment.
You are where the eternal purpose of Jehovah has decreed you to be for this moment, and the clock of mercy will strike in Heaven the hour of your deliverance. Until then, let your heart keep beating to the tune of, “My Lord and my God!” Even if it came to the worst and you were left, awhile, as one forsaken of God, Himself, yet still you would not lose Him, for, like the Lord Jesus on the Cross, you would still call Him, “My God, my God.” I think I hear the wailing, but observe it is a faith-cry, for though it asks why, it first says twice, “My God, My God.” The grip of appropriation is in the word “My.”
At length you turn to these Scriptures and as you read, your soul revives! All your fresh springs are in Him. When you are rescued from this sorrow, you shall be sure to sing, “My soul does magnify the Lord.” Therefore, do not say, “I am doomed to perish,” but hear the voice that declares, “Deliver him from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom.” You shall not perish in this ditch; you shall get safely Home. Behind this brazen wall of Substitution a sinner is safe, and these munitions of rock guard all Believers. The great transaction’s done; He drew you, and you followed on. As your days so shall your strength be, for He brings you forth effectually.