God’s Hand in Everything

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered!” Matthew 10:29-30

“How unspeakably precious and sweet it is when we can believe that God our Father in Heaven is absolutely directing the most minute circumstances of our short sojourn in this wilderness world! That nothing, however trivial, takes place, whether it relates to the body or the soul–but is under His control, in fact, is ordered by Himself!

But how hard to believe this, particularly when things look dark, and we cannot discern the way we should take. It is, then, the province of faith to wait upon the Lord, keeping a steadfast eye upon Him only; looking for light, help, and deliverance, not from the creature, but from Jehovah Himself. Well may it be called precious faith!

How happy do those travel on, whose faith can discern God’s hand in everything. But I fear the number is very small, who so live.

I cannot imagine how those who deny God’s particular providence can get comfortably on, for they must perpetually be confronted with minute events in their history, as mysterious and baffling to them as greater ones.”

– Mary Winslow

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The Inexpressible Comfort of the Throne of Grace

‘Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need!’ (Hebrews 4:16)

“Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of the throne of grace! It is the only verdant, refreshing spot, in this earth’s wide wilderness.

To have the sensible presence of God, the heart of a loving Father to confide in, who is able to do all and more than we require; to have Him always near, His hand ever stretched out to us–oh, the comfort!

This is my sweetest spot and chief comfort in this polluted world, where I carry all my cares and troubles, and am ever sure to receive a welcome in the face of a reconciled Father.

Oh, the loving heart of Christ! Although He knows our ten thousand infirmities, He does not turn a deaf ear to our poor supplications–but with His own blood, blots out all their imperfections!”

– Mary Winslow