Safe in God’s Love


The mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.--Isa. 54: 10.

What a revelation of God! The earth in upheaval, but rising high above the trembling hills and crumbling mountains, the roaring storm and destruction, stands the calm throne of God, with a loving Heart upon it, with a purpose of mercy for you and me, creatures of a day, but who are to live when the days shall cease to be.

“Let that which may pass, pass; let that which can perish, perish; the infinite, undying, imperishable love of God is mine! Let the storm sweep in maddened fury across the earth and the seas, let the tempest howl and the billows roll, let the stars withdraw their shining (Joel 2: 19). I am safe in His love!”

There is a story of a Christian army officer at sea with his family in a storm. There was great terror among the passengers, but he was calm. His wife, in her consternation, chided him, saying that he ought to be concerned for her and the children, if not for himself, in such danger. He made no reply, but soon came to her with his sword drawn, and with a stern countenance pointed it at her heart. She was not the least alarmed, but looked up into his face with a smile. "What!" said he, are you not afraid when a drawn sword is at your breast?” “No,” she replied, not when I know it is in the hands of one that loves me.” “And would you have me,” he asked, “to be afraid of this tempest when I know it to be in the hand of my heavenly Father who loves me?”

Someone tells of being at sea in a raging storm, and of seeing a little bird fly down and light on the crest of a wave, where it sat as quietly as it had been perching on a green bough in a quiet forest. So should we who trust in God's loving care repose in quietness and confidence in the greatest trials and the most threatening perils.

"Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past: Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.”

"Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For thou has been a refuge for me. I will take refuge in the covert of thy wings" (Ps. 61: 1-4).