“Trust Me Now,” A still small voice speaks. Together His voice, let’s heed

“Trust Me now.” I hear a still small voice speak. “Trust.” When the waves are big, when your eyes can’t see.

“Trust Me. Put on faith’s glasses, take off the  fear’s goggles, and . . .

B-R-E-A-T-H.

Don’t panic. Remember, I walk on the turbulent seas.”

Don’t caress thoughts that are sharp and dark. Don’t linger at pit stops of past regrets—STOP.

Speak now, Faith thoughts. Speak the hymns, Let the Holy Spirit sing in your heart.”

So I open the Hymn book at the Holy Spirit’s exhortation.  It opens, Doxology, page 1: Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

And I think right away, “Oh God, how can You patiently watch my faith so quickly, fly out the window? With an envelope from the mail. With a headache in the morning. Each and everyday, dear Lord, You watch my faith take flight. As if it’s always night, and never day.

Oh God, lead me to P-R-A-I-S-E!”

So, I turn to page number 2. If only I could remember that this hymn, proves time and time again to me, to be a faint heart’s rescue.

Fanny Crosby, though blind physically, spiritually, this woman could see. Let’s be renewed. Let our weary hearts sing:

All the way my Sav-ior leads me; What have I to ask be-side? Can I doubt His ten-der mer-cy. Who thro’ life has been my guide?

Heav’n-ly peace, di-vin-est com-fort, Here by faith in Him to dwell For I know what-e’er be-fall me, Je-sus do-eth all things well;

All the way my Savior leads me; Cheers each winding path I tread. Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread: Tho’ my weary steps may falter, And my soul a thirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see;

Fanny Crosby, thank you for your pen and song, All the Way my Savior Leads Me. So many years later, I am revived. My sight is back on the Son.

All the way my Savior leads me; Oh, the fullness of His love! Perfect rest to me is promised In my Father’s house above . . .

Today, this moment, let me take hold of that rest. Will you join me too? Let us rise above the earthly trials, and dwell in our Father’s house with a song that’s old-ly new!

All the way my Savior leads me. This is what we must remember and believe, that our hearts and minds might find rest, . . . and peace.

 

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Author: tonirypkema

Wife to 1, mother of 11, daughter of 1. "The most amazing woman in the world." -Jared (son)

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