Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with 'ashes.

Loneliness comes over us sometimes as a sudden tide. It is one of the terms of our humanness, and, in a sense, therefore, incurable. Yet I have found peace in my loneliest times not only through acceptance of the situation, but through making it an offering to God, who can transfigure it into something for the good of others.

The question is simply,'Who is your master?'Once that's settled, you ask whether any word have been spoken. If it has, you have your orders.

But the things that we feel most deeply we ought to learn to be silent about, at least until we have talked them over thoroughly with God.

Lead me, Lord, to the Rock that is higher than I. Let me hear your word, give me grace to obey, to build steadily, stone upon stone, day by day, to do what You say. Establish my heart where floods have no power to overwhelm, for Christ's sake. Amen.

Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections.