Recently I saw a single gray hair on two separate people. I thought, wow, time passes and they were getting older as I certain am. Reading I gained some encouragement and realized God is able, still on the throne, and faithful in every season we face.
"For the Lord is
He is able, He is faithful
Higher than the mountains that I face
Every season, I will press on
For God alone, is on the throne"
“.. leave your declining years to him, and give your present years to him. Live to him now, and he will never cast you away when you are old.(Charles Spurgeon))
“He knows what it is to have a feeling of our infirmities, that he promises, and he is truth as well as love, that they who wait on him shall renew their strength!”
“Even when you are old, I ·will be the same [am he]. Even when your hair has turned gray, I will ·take care of [sustain; carry] you. I made you and will carry you. I will ·take care of [sustain; carry] and ·save [rescue] you.
Isaiah 46:4 (EXB)
“At times I would rise up, a flash of energetic freedom would dart through my soul, accompanied with a faint beam of hope that flickered for a moment, and then vanished. I sank down again, mourning over my wretched condition.
....My sufferings, as I remember them now, seem like a dream rather than a stern reality.
Our house stood within a few rods of the Chesapeake bay, whose broad bosom was ever white with sails from every quarter of the habitable globe. Those beautiful vessels, robed in white, and so delightful to the eyes of freemen, were to me so many shrouded ghosts, to terrify and torment me with thoughts of my wretched condition. I have often, in the deep stillness of a summer’s Sabbath, stood all alone upon the banks of that noble bay, and traced, with saddened heart and tearful eye, the countless number of sails moving off to the mighty ocean. The sight of these always affected me powerfully. My thoughts would compel utterance; and there, with no audience but the Almighty, I would pour out my soul’s complaint in my rude way with an apostrophe to the moving multitude of ships.
“You are loosed from your moorings and free. I am fast in my chains and am a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip. You are freedom’s swift-winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in bonds of a iron. O, that I were free! O, that I were on one of your gallant decks, and under your protecting wing! Alas! betwixt me and you the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on; O, that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone: she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hell of unending slavery. O, God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free!—Is there any God? Why am I a slave? Meanwhile I will try to bear the yoke. It may be that my misery in slavery will only increase my happiness when I get free. There is a better day coming.” - Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave written by Himself The Bitterest Dregs By Frederick Douglass (c. 1818–1895)
"For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen Ephesians 3:14-21 (ESV)
Defender You go before I know That You've gone to win my war You come back with the head of my enemy You come back and You call it my victory You go before I know That You've gone to win my war Your love becomes my greatest defense It leads me from the dry wilderness All I did was praise All I did was worship All I did was bow down All I did was stay still Hallelujah, You have saved me So much better Your way Hallelujah, great Defender So much better Your way You know before I do Where my heart can seek to find Your truth Your mercy is the shade I'm living in You restore my faith and hope again All I did was praise All I did was worship All I did was bow down All I did was stay still Hallelujah, You have saved me So much better this way Hallelujah, great Defender So much better this way Hallelujah, You have saved me So much better Your way Hallelujah, great Defender So much better Your way When I thought I lost me You knew where I left me You reintroduced me to Your love You picked up all my pieces Put me back together You are the defender of my heart [x2] Hallelujah, You have saved me So much better this way Hallelujah, great Defender So much better Your way [x2] All I did was praise All I need to do is worship Lord I will just bow down I'm just gonna stay still
Written by: John-Paul Gentile, Steffany Gretzinger, Rita Springer