From my perspective, I would say to you that hitherto shall ye go, but no further. His fixed purpose is not the destruction, but the instruction of His people. Wisdom hangs up the thermometer at the furnace mouth, and regulates the heat. The limit is encouragingly comprehensive. The God of providence has limited the time, manner, intensity, repetition and the effects of all our sickness; each throb is decreed, each sleepless hour is predestinated, each relapse ordained, each depression of spirit foreknown, and each sanctifying result eternally purposed. Nothing great or small escapes the ordinary hand of Him who number the hairs of our head. We may well be better served when we pray that our prayer ends like Jesus in Gethsemane Garden; "Father, take this cup from me, but not my will, let Thy will be done." Your writings depict a very deep hurt and it is my prayer this day that you will soon find better and brighter tomorrows.
2006-09-24