Beauty From the Storm

“I call to remembrance my song in the night.”  ~Psalm 77:6

     "I have read somewhere of a little bird that will never sing the melody his master wishes while his cage is full of light.  He learns a snatch of this, a bar of that, but never an entire song of it’s own until the cage is covered and the morning beams shut out.

     "A good many people never learn to sing until the darkling shadows fall.  The fabled nightingale carols with his breast against a thorn.  It was in the night that the song of the angels was heard.  It was at midnight that the cry came, “Behold, the Bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.”

     "Indeed it is extremely doubtful if a soul can really know the love of God in its richness and in its comforting, satisfying completeness until the skies are black and lowering.

Light comes out of darkness, morning out of the womb of the night.

     "James Creelman, in one of his letters, describes his trip to the Balkan States in search of Natalie, the exiled Queen of Serbia.

     “In that memorable journey,” he says, “I learned for the first time that the world’s supply of attar of roses comes from the Balkan Mountains.  And the thing that interests me most,” he goes on, “is that the roses must be gathered in the darkest hours.  The pickers start out at one o’clock and finish picking them at two.

     “At first it seemed to me a relic of superstition; but I investigated the picturesque mystery, and learned that actual scientific tests had proven that fully forty per cent of the fragrance of roses disappeared in the light of day.”

     "And in human life and human culture that is not a playful, fanciful conceit; it is a real veritable fact."  – Malcolm J. McLeod

~ Streams In the Desert, Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman

   

       How often have you been in the midst of earthly perfection and found yourself crying out to God?  When your skies are calm and your breezes gentle, do you reach for your Heavenly Father from the depths of your soul?  When everything blooms in it's proper time, when it is soft rains that quench your growth, is that the time when you have found yourself desperate for your Lord's touch?  

     It is from inside of the storm that we make our plea for rescue.

     Once you have weathered such a storm, you have become stronger.  You have survived.  And you weren't alone.  

     Maybe you're still riding out the tempest.  Perhaps you've made unwise choices while enduring the suffering.  You are not alone.

    

     Sometimes consequences will leave us vulnerable.  That is the nature of a decision.  Still, you are not alone.  

     "Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you;  he will never leave you nor forsake you"  

~ Deuteronomy 31:6