Those who hope in the Lord will… soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint (Isaiah 40:31).
[The] victorious life is a life on wings. We are to mount up with wings as eagles. The wings are faith and consecration. When troubles come, we flap our wings and fly over them. Since we are God’s, it is His place to bring us out and help us over, hence the fully consecrated soul trusts, and lets God work matters out.
Of course, this does not mean that we shall not help ourselves. In fact, little trust can be exercised until we have done all we can do to help ourselves; but if we cannot avail or prevail, we carry it to the Lord and leave it with Him to work out.
David speaks of the Lord’s hiding him in His secret place, in His pavilion, under His wings (Psalm 31:20). Jesus has said that not a hair of our head shall fall without our Father’s notice Luke 12:7). Peter says we are to cast all our care upon God, for God careth for us (1 Peter 5:7). And Paul exhorts us to be careful for nothing, but with prayer and thanksgiving let our requests be known to God (Philippians 4:6).
The greatest of all comforts is this, “We know that all things work together for good to them that love God” (Romans 8:28). “All things” means all things. The Christian who gives up all is certain of God’s continual care and protection. He cannot expect to escape trouble or trial or temptation; but he is kept in these things.
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee” (Isaiah 26:3). “Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them” (Psalm 119:165). That is, nothing shall cause them to fall. They may be hurt, and be wounded by the inconsiderate or deliberate acts or words of others; but they will sail on in peace in God.
The will of God surrounds us like a wall, and nothing can penetrate that wall and touch our consecrated souls unless God so wills, or permits.
~ R. L. Berry ~ Pilgrims of the Victorious Life
From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place than all besides more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
There, there, on eagles’ wings we soar,
And time and sense seem all no more;
And heav’n comes down, our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy seat.
~ Hugh Stowell ~ Published 1828
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