Psa 31:15  My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
    
    What a mercy it is that all our concerns are in sure hands! 
Not a
    hair of our heads can fall to the ground, but by the appointment of
    Him who orders and marshals the stars and calls them all by their
    names!
    
    Diseases and sicknesses are His messengers, and, when they
    have answered His end-then He will recall them. 
But on many
    accounts there is a need be that we should sometimes be in
    heaviness for a season. 
O may we learn to take up the cross, and to
    kiss the rod of affliction. 
We need to look through all second causes-to
    Him who appoints and over-rules, and without whose permission, not a
    hair of our heads shall fall to the ground. 
    
    The Lord has promised to direct, moderate, sanctify, and relieve
    every trial of every kind. 
I long to have a more entire submission
    to His will, and a more steadfast confidence in His Word...
To trust
    Him and wait on Him--to see His hand, and praise His name, in every
    circumstance of life, great and small.
    
    Is sickness your present cross?
It can come no sooner, nor
    fall heavier, than He bids it. 
And when His end is answered, and His
    hour comes to give relief-then sickness departs at His word. 
The
    cure becomes easy then, even where it seemed desperate before. 
    
    Our comforts are never safer than when we can fully trust the Lord
    to do with them, and with us-as He sees fit. 
He will not willingly
    or unnecessarily grieve His redeemed children. 
When His arm seems
    lifted up to strike them-how often does He put it into their hearts
    to run toward Him and humble themselves before Him, and thus prevent
    the blow!
    
    We shall have cause to be thankful for all our afflictions-if the
    Lord is pleased to employ them as means to make us more humble and
    broken-hearted, and to wean our hearts from this vain world.
    
    Sickness often gives us a sensible proof of the vanity of everything
    earthly. 
May the Lord sanctify our sicknesses and pains, to quicken
    our desires for that better world, when pain shall be no more!
~John Newton~
    

 
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