WHEN I was a child I spent a whole day with my dear grandmother. Toward evening a heavy storm came up and much rain fell.
"Child," said grandmother, "how will you get home today?"
Soon after this father came to get me. He wore a large blue mantle, as men were accustomed to wear in those days. As we started, he said:
"Come now, and crawl under here."
Quietly I slipped under the large mantle, took hold of father's hand, and we started. Of course I could not see, but that was not necessary, my father could see, and he led me. The way we went was often rough; I could hear the heavy rain and the peal of thunder, but this made me grasp father's hand more firmly. I would have been foolish had I complained that it was dark around me. Was it not my father's mantle that made everything dark? and that my good father knew the way I was assured of.
At last my father stopped, opened the mantle—we were at home. I looked into my mother's pleasant face, and around our bright, warm sitting room. Everything looked cosy and nice, as home only can look to us. Of course, my father had brought me home. Where would he have taken me, but home?
You see, my little readers, thus it is with our heavenly Father. The children of God go through a world full of storms and dangers, and they do often fear and are in terror, like the disciples on the sea when they cried:
"Master, Master, we perish!" But their Redeemer, the mighty God was with them, and they reached the desired haven. And 'tis He who tells us
"Lo, I am with you alway."
He who has Christ for His Saviour, has also God for his Father. With a firm and loving hand he guides His loved ones through this wicked world up to the Father's house. He is our refuge and strength and help in trouble.
"The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge." Psa. 46:7.
Messages of God’s Love 11/27/1932