August 22, 2018
Keep me as the apple of the eye…hide me under the shadow of Thy wings. Psalm 17:8
Charles Wesley was walking through the woods by a swollen stream on a stormy day. A lightning storm broke out, and rain began coming down in torrents. Little birds up in a tree were shivering on a limb. A bolt of lightning flashed and one little bird was so frightened, it flew out of the tree, flew down toward Wesley, and went right under his coat.
Wesley was so moved by the scene, he wrote a song we often sing:
“Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide me, ‘til the storm of life is past;
Safe unto the haven guide me. O receive my soul at last.”
That’s what our Lord does. He hides us, sustains us, and keeps us.
Are the storms of life raging around you? Hide yourself in the dark clouds—they are just the shadow of His wing.