J. A. Trench

Thy trials and difficulties are from the hand of a Father, who deals with thee in love, as with His child. He is drawing thee nearer to Himself. Thou must nestle all the closer to the side of Jesus. There perplexity, or coldness, or the withering blast of disappointed hope, has no power; or if it blows at all, it serves but to float over thee the banner of love. "But the future?" you say. Well, the future — trust it to the Father. Bring Him all your care, "for He careth for you;" and leave it with Him. Have things turned out otherwise than you had looked or hoped for? Still, "His banner over you is love." And it is your place and mine to bow our heads in meek submission to the Father's will. This was Jesus' yoke, and it is ours; "Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight." Let us take His yoke upon us, and His word is pledged to it — we shall find rest unto our souls. "His banner over me is love." What a thought to rest upon! What a pillow on which to sleep or die!