Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Faith's Check Book, Daily
Entry
C. H. Spurgeon
Song of Confidence
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt
receive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine
enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. (Psalm 138:7)
Wretched
walking in the midst of trouble. Nay, blessed walking, since there is a special
promise for it. Give me a promise, and what is the trouble? What doth my Lord
teach me here to say? Why this—"Thou wilt receive me." I shall have
more life, more energy, more faith. Is it not often so, that trouble revives us,
like a breath of cold air when one is ready to faint?
How angry
are my enemies and especially the archenemy! Shall I stretch forth my hand and
fight my foes! No, my hand is better employed in doing service for my Lord.
Besides, there is no need, for my God will use His far-reaching arm, and He
will deal with them far better than I could if I were to try. "Vengeance
is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord." He will with His own right hand of
power and wisdom save me, and what more can I desire?
Come, my
heart, talk this promise over to thyself till thou canst use it as the song of
thy confidence, the solace of thy holiness. Pray to be revived thyself and
leave the rest with the Lord, who performeth all things for thee.
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