It is a beautiful Friday morning, but many hearts and homes are experiencing sadness this morning because of illness and other heartaches. I read a little story a couple of days ago that touched my heart, and I trust that it will bless and encourage you today.
"A visitor at a school for the deaf-mute was writing questions on the chalkboard for the children. After a while, he wrote this sentence -- 'Why has God made me to hear and speak, and made you deaf-mute'? The awful sentence fell upon the little ones like a fierce blow in the face. They sat palsied before that dreadful 'Why'? And then a little girl arose. Her lip was trembling. Her eyes were swimming with tears. Straight to the board she walked, and, picking up the crayon, wrote with firm hand these precious words:
"Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight!" What a reply! It brought tears to my eyes, and touched the heartstrings of my soul! How sweet it is to know that the most mature saint, as well as the youngest child of God, may securely rest in the blessed truth that God is our Father! I love this little poem by an unknown author --
"No chance hath brought this ill to me; 'Tis God's own hand, so let it be; He seeth what I cannot see. There is a need-be for each pain, And He one day will make it plain that earthly loss is heavenly gain.
Like as a piece of tapestry viewed from the back appears to be Naught but threads tangled hopelessly; but in the front a picture fair Rewards the worker for his care, proving his skill and patience rare. Thou art the Workman, I the frame. Lord, for the glory of Thy Name, Perfect Thine image on the same."
"O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee, Blessed Redeemer, pure as Thou art! Come in Thy sweetness; come in Thy fullness; Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart."
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