A friend stands at the door;
In either tight-closed hand
Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and threescore;
Waiting to strew them daily o’er the land
Even as seed the sower.

Friend, come thou like a friend,
And whether bright thy face,
Or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend,
And trust thee to the end;
Knowing thou leadest onward to those spheres
Where there are neither days, or months, nor years.
Dinah Muloch Craik, from Thoughts for the Thoughtful

 

How often have you found yourself at the entrance into a duty, becalmed as a ship, which at first setting sail had hardly wind to swell its sails while under the shore and shadow of the trees, but meets a fresh gale of wind when out into the open sea! How like the new year which lies before us. It is a responsibility—a trust. Did you ever launch out into duty as the apostles to sea with the wind in your face, as if the Spirit of God, instead of helping you on, meant to drive you back, and yet had found Christ walking to you before the duty was done?

          Abraham did not see the ram which God had provided for His sacrifice until he was in the mountain. Climbing the mountain toward the new year God is there. The Christian often goes up that mountain toward his charge with a heavy heart because before he reaches the top he can have no sight of Him who is to lead into the unknown. Turn not back. Go on with courage. He may be nearer than you think.

 2 Timothy 4:7-8
          I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.

Trust God for your day. . . Today