In seasons of severe trial, the Christian has nothing on earth that he can trust to, and is therefore compelled to cast himself on his God alone. When his vessel is quickly sinking, and no human deliverance can avail--he must simply and entirely trust himself to the providence and care of God.Happy storm--that wrecks a man on such a rock as this! O blessed hurricane--that drives the soul to God and God alone! When a man is so burdened with troubles, so poor, so friendless, so helpless that he has nowhere else to turn--he flies into his Father's arms, and is blessedly clasped therein! Oh, tempest-tossed believer--it is a happy trouble which drives you to your Father!
No Time to blog today, as Monday's are crazy. Austen has IOWA end of the year testing today and tomorrow. Blake has a cold and Wayne is not feeling real great either. Seattle trip was good, I am so glad Grams and Gramps are home safe and healthy from the cruise! I really miss church, I can't wait to be back in again.