Someday we will understand that God has a reason behind every no He gives through the course of our lives. Yet even in this life, He always makes it up to us. When God's people are worried and concerned that their prayers are not being answered, how often we have seen Him working to answer them in a far greater way! Occasionally we catch a glimpse of this, but the complete revelation of it will not be seen until later.
If God says yes to our prayer, dear heart,
and the sunlight is golden, the sky is blue,
while the smooth road beckons to me and you,
and songbirds are singing as on we go,
pausing to pick the flowers at our feet,
stopping to drink of the streams that we meet,
Happy, more happy our journey will grow,
if God says yes to our prayer, dear heart.
If God says no to our prayer, dear heart,
And the clouds hang heavy and dull and gray;
if the rough rocks hinder and block the way,
while th sharp winds pierce us and sting with cold;
yet, dear, there is home at the journey's end,
and these are the trials the Father does send
to draw us as sheep to His Heavenly fold,
if God says no to our prayer, dear heart.
If only we had the faith not to rush into things but to "be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him" (Ps. 37:7)- waiting for HI full explanation that will not be revealed until Jesus Christ comes again! When has God ever taken anything from a person without restoring it many times over? Yet what are we to think if HE does not immediately restore what hs been taken? Is today His only day to work? Does He have any concerns beyond this little world of ours? Can He still work beyond our death, or does the door of the grave open on nothing but infinite darkness and eternal silence?
Even if we confine our thinking to this life, it is true that God never touches the heart with a trial without intending to bestow a greater gift or compassionate blessing. The person who knows how to wait has grown to an exceptional degree in God's grace.
When the frosts are in the valley,
and the mountaintops are gray,
and the choicest blooms are blighted,
and the blossoms die away,
A loving Gather whispers,
"This all comes from my hand";
Blessed are you if you trust
when you cannot understand.
If, after years of toiling,
your wealth should fly away
and leave your hands all empty,
and your hair is turning gray,
Remember then your Father
owns all the sea and land;
Blessed are you if you trust
when you cannot understand.
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