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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

Follow me as I follow Jesus

Be Gone, Unbelief

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It’s no secret Susannah Spurgeon is my favorite.

In the biography Susie, biographer Ray Rhodes Jr. says,

“For Susie, it was always the Gospel, always Jesus. Man is at sea, tossed, helpless, and facing certain death. But there is a ‘majestic Man.’ He is not unaware of the hopeless condition of His people. He is watching. He is the Savior who ‘will tread under His feet the waves of that turbulent sea’ and subdue its dangers as He rescues those whom He so graciously redeems. Such was the writing of Susie Spurgeon.”

Rhodes also referenced the following hymn, part of which, he later explained, is engraved on Susannah’s tombstone (“His love in time past forbids me to think // He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink”). I looked up the rest of the lyrics and was blown away. What a gift these words have been to my heart the last 24 hours.

I hope they bring fresh drops of mercy to your soul as well.

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Be gone, unbelief;
my Savior is near,
and for my relief
will surely appear;
by prayer let me wrestle,
and He will perform;
with Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.

Though dark be my way,
since He is my guide,
’tis mine to obey,
’tis His to provide;
though cisterns be broken
and creatures all fail,
the word He has spoken
shall surely prevail.

His love in time past
forbids me to think
He’ll leave me at last
in trouble to sink;
while each Ebenezer
I have in review
confirms His good pleasure
to help me quite through.

Why should I complain
of want or distress,
temptation or pain?
He told me no less;
the heirs of salvation,
I know from His word,
through much tribulation
must follow their Lord.

How bitter that cup,
no heart can conceive,
which He drank right up
that sinners might live;
His way was much rougher
and darker than mine;
did Jesus thus suffer,
and shall I repine?

Since all that I meet
shall work for my good,
the bitter is sweet,
the med’cine is food;
though painful at present,
’twill cease before long;
and then, O how pleasant
the conqueror’s song!

-John Newton

4 comments on “Be Gone, Unbelief

  1. lifeline2970 says:

    How encouraging! Thank you for sharing!

  2. I have seen several reference to this biography within the last few days. My curiosity is high.

  3. Stan McDonald says:

    WoW, sweet truth, is comfort from God. Thanks, dAd!!!

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  4. Thank you for sharing this hymn. It was a great encouragement to me!

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