A Father’s hand!

A 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, comes from 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 from the Lord!

Afflictions do not spring from the soil, nor do troubles sprout from the

ground. Sorrow cannot come until God bids it. Until God in His

sovereignty permits —

health cannot fade,

wealth cannot vanish,

comfort cannot decay,

friendship cannot chill, and

loved ones cannot die.

Your time of sorrow — is His appointment. The bitter cup which it may

please the Lord that you shall drink this year, will not be mixed by

human hands. In the hand of the Lord, is that cup!

Some treasure you are now pressing to your heart — He may ask you to


Some blessing you now possess — He may bid you to relinquish.

Some fond expectation you now cherish — He may will that you should forego.

Some lonely path — He may design that you should tread.

Yes, He may even bereave you of all — and yet all, 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?

Has bereavement darkened your home?

Has adversity impoverished your resources?

Has change lessened your comforts?

Has sorrow in one of its many forms crushed your spirit to the earth?

The Lord has done it!

In all that has been sent,

in all that has be recalled, and

in all that has been withheld —

His hand, noiseless and unseen, has brought it about!

Ah! yes, 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 sent by Him!

Bow that stricken heart! 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. My times of sadness and of grief are in Your hand.”

Beloved, all is in your Father’s hand! Be those times what they may:

times of trial,

times of temptation,

times of suffering,

times of peril,

times of sunshine or of gloom,

or times of life or death,

they are in your Father’s hand!

Has the Lord seen fit . . .

to recall some fond blessing,

to deny some earnest request, or

painfully to discipline your heart?

All this springs from a Father’s love — as fully as though He had

unlocked His treasury and poured its costliest gifts at your feet!

All of our times are in our Redeemer’s hands! 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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