COULD we but see the hand of love that has marked out our way, we would cherish everything that comes to us. Those very hands which send into our lives a distressing circumstance are the ones that were pierced with the cruel nails on Calvary for us. Is it possible that One Who has shed His own blood for us could send into our lives that which would cause us harm? No; a thousand times no! He loves us too much to do such a thing.
WE have need of patience with ourselves and with others; for the greatest things and the least, against sudden inroads of trouble and under our daily burdens; in the weariness of the body or the wearing of the soul; in everyday wants; in the aching of sickness or the decay of age; in disappointments, bereavements, losses, injuries, reproaches. From childhood’s little troubles to the martyr’s sufferings, patience is the grace of God, whereby we endure evil for the love of God.