How often do we vainly imagine and confidently assert that the cloud is moving in that very direction which suits the bent of our inclination! We want to do a certain thing or make a certain movement, and we seek to persuade ourselves that our will is the will of God.
“According to His pleasure
Which He purposed in Himself” . . .
Inheritance and blessings —
Unfathomable wealth! But
A life lived for His glory
Must be lived outside of self.
I wish for some direction;
Does my pathway seem a maze?
An upward glance connects me
With His knowing, loving gaze;
His purpose for my life’s plan,
My moments and my days.
A life that’s truly blended
With His vast, eternal plan
Will never lack in purpose
Or make a discouraged man;
I’ll see it all from God’s side . . .
Wondrous panoramic span!
Anonymous
The Resurrection