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God's Hand Through Others


Allistair Begg, is someone whose words, God has used several times to speak to my heart.  
Usually not in an easy to swallow bite, but a word straight through my heart.  Driving through isolated rural areas with my job when, TADA, the only thing playing is him and he says the one thing I need to hear.  
Now in this middle of the night, I check my email (which is not normal) and read his devotional. 
Oh my heart's cry.
"Do not dishonor religion by always wearing a brow of care.  Lie passive in God's hands, And know no will but His."

Daily Devotional for January 6, 2015
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

It is a happy way of soothing sorrow when we can feel, "He cares for me." Christian, do not dishonor religion by always wearing a brow of care; come, cast your burden upon your Lord. You are staggering beneath a weight that your Father would not feel. What seems to you a crushing burden would be to Him but as the small dust of the balance. Nothing is so sweet as to
 Lie passive in God's hands,

And know no will but His.
O child of suffering, be patient; God has not passed you over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows will also furnish you with what you need. Do not sit in despair; hope on, hope ever. Take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble, and your opposition shall yet end your distresses. There is One who cares for you. His eye is fixed on you, His heart beats with pity for your woe, and His omnipotent hand shall bring you the needed help. The darkest cloud shall scatter itself in showers of mercy. The blackest gloom shall give place to the morning. He, if you are one of His family, will bind up your wounds and heal your broken heart. Do not doubt His grace because of your tribulation, but believe that He loves you as much in seasons of trouble as in times of happiness. What a serene and quiet life might you lead if you would leave providing to the God of providence!
With a little oil in the cruse and a handful of meal in the barrel, Elijah outlived the famine, and you will do the same. If God cares for you, why do you need to care too? Can you trust Him for your soul and not for your body? He has never refused to bear your burdens; He has never fainted under their weight. Come, then, soul! Say good-bye to anxiety and leave all your concerns in the hand of a gracious God.newsletters@truthforlife.org

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