No matter where we find ourselves,
nothing more needs to be said…
I am quick to grumble… forgive me
Father God and thank you for the reminder…
My grace is
sufficient for thee.”
- 2Co_12:9
If none of
God’s saints were poor and tried, we should not know half so well the
consolations of divine grace. When we find the wanderer who has not where to
lay his head, who yet can say, “Still will I trust in the Lord;” when we see
the pauper starving on bread and water, who still glories in Jesus; when we see
the bereaved widow overwhelmed in affliction, and yet having faith in Christ,
oh! what honour it reflects on the gospel. God’s grace is illustrated and
magnified in the poverty and trials of believers. Saints bear up under every
discouragement, believing that all things work together for their good, and
that out of apparent evils a real blessing shall ultimately spring-that their
God will either work a deliverance for them speedily, or most assuredly support
them in the trouble, as long as he is pleased to keep them in it. This patience
of the saints proves the power of divine grace. There is a lighthouse out at
sea: it is a calm night-I cannot tell whether the edifice is firm; the tempest
must rage about it, and then I shall know whether it will stand. So with the
Spirit’s work: if it were not on many occasions surrounded with tempestuous
waters, we should not know that it was true and strong; if the winds did not
blow upon it, we should not know how firm and secure it was. The master-works
of God are those men who stand in the midst of difficulties, steadfast, unmovable,-“Calm mid the bewildering cry, Confident of victory.”
He who would
glorify his God must set his account upon meeting with many trials. No man can
be illustrious before the Lord unless his conflicts be many. If then, yours be
a much-tried path, rejoice in it, because you will the better show forth the
all-sufficient grace of God. As for his failing you, never dream of it-hate the
thought. The God who has been sufficient until now, should be trusted to the
end. (Charles Spurgeon)
Tyrone
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