Your Father’s hand

(Octavius Winslow)

“My times are in Your hand!” Psalm 31:15

Our times of adversity are also in God’s hand. As every sunbeam that brightens, so every cloud that darkens, is allowed by God. We are subject to great and sudden reverses in our earthly condition. Joy is often followed by grief; prosperity is often followed by adversity. We are on the pinnacle today; tomorrow at its bottom. Oh! What a change may one event and one moment create! But, beloved, All is controlled by the Lord!

Afflictions do not spring from the soil, nor do troubles sprout from the ground. Sorrow cannot come until God allows it. Until God in His sovereignty permits — Your Father's hand
health cannot fade,
wealth cannot vanish,
comfort cannot decay,
friendship cannot chill, and
loved ones cannot die.

Some treasure you are now pressing to your heart — He may ask you to resign.
A blessing you now possess — He may bid you to relinquish.
Some fond expectation you now cherish — He may will that you should forego.
A lonely path — He may design that you should tread.

Yes, … ALL is in His hand! His hand! A Father’s hand, moving in thick darkness, is shaping every event, and arranging every detail in your life!

Has sickness laid you on a bed of suffering?
Or bereavement darkened your home?
Has adversity impoverished your resources?
Or change lessened your comforts?
Has sorrow in one of its many forms crushed your spirit to the earth?

The Lord has allowed it!

In all that has been sent,
All that has be recalled, and
in all that has been withheld
His hand, noiseless and unseen, has Sovereignly allowed it!

Therefore that hand of changeless love . . .
blends a sweet with every bitter;
pencils a bright rainbow in each dark cloud;
upholds each faltering step;
shelters within its hollow — and guides with unerring skill, His chosen people safe to eternal glory!

Dear child of God, your afflictions, your trials, your crosses, your losses, your sorrows — all, ALL are in your heavenly Father’s hand, and they cannot come until allowed by Him!

Therefore Yield that tempest-tossed soul to His sovereign disposal, to His calm, righteous sway, in the submissive spirit and language of your suffering Savior, “May Your will, O my Father! not mine, be done. Because my times of sadness and of grief are in Your hand.”

Beloved, all is in your Father’s hand! 

All of our times are in our Redeemer’s hands!  Because that same Redeemer who carried our sorrows in His heart, our curse and sins on His soul, our cross on His shoulder; who died, who rose again, and who lives and intercedes for us, and who will gather all His ransomed around Him in glory — is your Guardian and your Guide! Your times are in the hands of Him who still bears the print of the nails!

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