Underneath you are His everlasting arms

Happy Thanksgiving!

As His children we can be happy even in our depths of despair. He is our great God!

“Wait in hope for my arm.” Isaiah 51:5

In seasons of severe trial, Christians have nothing on earth in which to trust, and we are therefore compelled to cast ourselves on our God alone. When our vessel is tilting so far over it is in danger of capsizing, and no human deliverance can avail, we must simply and entirely trust ourselves to the providence and care of God.

Happy storm that wrecks us on such a rock as this! O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God and God alone!

There is no getting at our God sometimes because of the multitude of our friends; but when we are so poor, so friendless, so helpless that we have nowhere else to turn, we fly into our Father’s arms, and are blessedly clasped therein!

When we are burdened with troubles so pressing and so peculiar, that we cannot tell them to anyone but our God, we may be thankful for them; for we will learn more of our Lord then than at any other time.

Oh, tempest-tossed believer, it is a happy trouble that drives you to your Father! Now that you have only your God in which to trust, see that you put your full confidence in Him.

Do not dishonor your Lord and Master by unworthy doubts and fears; but be strong in faith, giving glory to God. Show the world that your God is worth ten thousand worlds to you. Show the wealthy how rich you are in poverty when the Lord God is your helper. Show the strong how strong you are in your weakness when underneath you are the everlasting arms.

Now is the time for feats of faith and valiant exploits. Be strong and very courageous, and the Lord your God shall certainly, as surely as He built the heavens and the earth, glorify Himself in your weakness, and magnify His might in the midst of your distress.

The grandeur of the arch of heaven would be spoiled if the sky were supported by a single visible column, and your faith would lose its glory if it rested on anything discernible by the carnal eye.

May the Holy Spirit let you rest…

Morning and Evening, August 31, morning, Charles H. Spurgeon