What a rest is this for weary, burdened wayfarers!
…”Your heavenly Father!” With tender care
for the minute and lowly, He . . .
makes grass to grow for the cattle,
pencils the flower,
sculptures the snow wreath,
watches the sparrows fall,
and feeds the young ravens.
The unslumbering Shepherd keeps watch and
ward continually, whether under the infinite blue
of day, or under night with its starry galaxies.
Though mysteries and perplexities are on every
side, yet we can rely on the assurance that His are
no arbitrary dealings, swayed by caprice, marked
and misdirected by human blindness and ignorance;
Mark the Savior’s words. They are not “My heavenly
Father;” but “your heavenly Father.” He would have
each child to know His individual, particular affection
and pity; and, despite baffling providences, to cleave
to the unforgetting love of God.
…”This is the resting place, let the weary rest.
This is the place of repose.” Isaiah 28:12
“Then Jesus went with His disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and He said to them: Sit here while I go over there and pray.” Matthew 26:36
Just so, prayer is our only refuge in sorrow.
The lesson from the garden prayer, is that we should take . . .
all the hard things,
bitter griefs of our lives
— to God in prayer.
We may be sure, too, that God will answer. If He does not relieve us of the suffering — He will strengthen us so that we can keep it, and still go on trusting and singing!