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Daily Devotionals
Evening Thoughts
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth, because you did it. Psalms 39:9.
THERE are few lessons taught in God’’s school more difficult to learn, and yet, when really learned, more blessed and holy, than the lesson of filial submission to God’’s will. There are some beautiful examples of this in God’’s word. "And Aaron held his peace." Since God was " sanctified and gloried," terrible as was the judgment, the holy priest mourned not at the way, nor complained of its severity, patient and resigned to the will of God. Thus, too, was it with Eli, when passing under the heavy hand of God: "It is the Lord, let Him do what seems Him good." He bowed in deep submission to the will of his God. Job could exclaim, as the last sad tidings brimmed his cup of woe, "The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." And David was "dumb and opened not his mouth, because God did it." But how do all these instances of filial and holy submission to the Divine will-beautiful and touching as they are-fade before the illustrious example of our adorable and blessed Lord: "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, your will be done." Oh, how did Jesus, in the deepest depth of His unutterable sorrow, "behave and quiet himself as a child that is weaned of his mother: his soul was even as a weaned child." Such, beloved, be the posture of your soul at this moment. "Be still!" Rest in your Father’’s hands, calm and tranquil, quiet and submissive, weaned from all but Himself.
Oh, the blessedness of so reposing!
"Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His."
"God’’s love!" It is written upon your dark cloud-it breathes from the lips of your bleeding wound-it is reflected in every fragment of your ruined treasure-it is penciled upon every withered leaf of your blighted flower-"God is love." Adversity may have impoverished you-bereavement may have saddened you-calamity may have crushed you-sickness may have laid you low-but "God is love." Gently falls the rod in its heaviest stroke-tenderly pierces the sword in its deepest thrust-smilingly bends the cloud in its darkest hues-for "God is love."
