We would wreck everything!

"My times are in Your hands!" Psalm 31:15

(Charles Spurgeon)
Not only are we ourselves in the hand of the Lord, but all that surrounds us. Our times make up a kind of atmosphere of existence; and all this is under Divine arrangement. We dwell within the palm of God's hand. We are absolutely at His disposal, and all our circumstances are arranged by Him in all their details. We are comforted to have it so.

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(J.R. Miller)
Not only does God love us and desire our good—but His wisdom is infinite. He knows what is best for us—what things will do us the good we need. We ourselves do not know. The things we think would bring us blessing—perhaps would bring us irreparable harm! The things we dread as evil, and shrink from—perhaps are the bearers to us of divinest good! We would make pitiful work of our lives—if we had the ordering of our affairs in our own hands. If for but one day we could take matters into our own hands, and out of God's hands—we would wreck everything!

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(Susannah Spurgeon)
Why then, need I worry or tremble? That great, loving, powerful hand keeps all the events of my life sealed and secure within its almighty clasp! If we fully believed this, we would be absolutely devoid of the worry which corrodes and chafes the daily life of so many professing Christians.

"My times." Not one or two important epochs of my history only, but everything that concerns me—all these lay in that mighty hand—as the purposes of God's eternal will for me.

You agree with me in all this, do you not, dear reader? Then, I beg you, apply it to your present circumstances, however dark or difficult they may be. They have come directly from your Father's hand to you, and they are His dear will for you!

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"My times are in Your hands!" Psalm 31:15

It would be a sorry thing for me if my times were in my own hands—and it would afford me little satisfaction if my times were in an angel's hands. How restful should I be in knowing that they are in God my Savior's hands!
He sees the end from the beginning.
He knows how to apportion my sorrows and my joys.
He knows what to give—and what to withhold.
He knows also when to give—and when to take away.

But, alas! how often is my heart mistrustful—how often have I murmured under the trying dispensations of His providence! O my soul, be ashamed and confounded—be humbled in the dust that you should ever call in question the wisdom or kindness of the dealings of Him who so loved you as to give His only Son for your redemption!

Help me, O God of my salvation, henceforth, with childlike confidence and peaceful trust—to yield all to You, and to rejoice in the assurance that "My times are in Your hand!"

"My times are in Your hand;
 Why should I doubt or fear?
 My Father's hand will never cause
 His child a needless tear!"