THE children of a Sunday-school were once taken by their teachers a few miles into the country, to spend the day in the green fields and under the shade of pretty waving trees.
On reaching their destination, however, the sky quickly became overcast, and rain, at last, poured down, very disappointingly, until the evening, when a short time of sunshine, and a beautiful sunset, closed the day.
“I have been wondering so much,” said one tired little girl, as she gladly prepared for bed, “how it is that we have had such a very wet day, when father asked God this morning to give the children a nice, fine one, if it was His will; but the thought struck me, that, very likely, just at the same time, a lot of other people were praying for rain, because the ground was so dry and hot, and that is how it is that the Lord sent both, I expect.” And this conclusion quite settled the matter in the child’s mind.
Happy indeed are they, whether young or old, who can rest quietly on the perfect love, and the perfect wisdom of God their Father at all times. He can make no mistakes. “He doeth all things well.”
O, dear children, do go straight to the Lord Jesus in every trouble or trial (for even children have many, as well as grown-up people); run to Him, as to a kind Father, for everything you need, and believe that He does really know best, and will do the very best for you, although you may not at all times be able to think so, or to understand why He has seen fit to do this thing, or has not seen fit to do that thing, which, perhaps, you have been praying for very earnestly. He loves you, and wants your love in return; and can you help loving so kind, so good a Friend?
Precious thought my Father knoweth,
In His love I rest;
For whate’er my Father doeth,
Must be always best,
Well I know the heart that planneth
Naught but good for me;
Joy and sorrow interwoven—
Love in all I see.
ML 10/25/1925