By and By

 There have been few times in my life when circumstances left me shocked and heartbreakingly aware of the fragility of life. This week has been one of those where as hard as I try, my prayers were more robotic than melodic. My focus during the time with God has been fragmented at best. My worship has been rather warm than passionate. The fruit of my lips have tasted more sour this week. So what do we do with those ‘thunders of the flesh’ when what we really need is the gentle rains of the Spirit?

We remind ourselves that every step taken from birth has been on the stones of God’s blessings. We search for new found gratitude of all things good in our past to assure our hearts of all things good up ahead due to God’s faithfulness. We clothe ourselves in the garment of praise transforming our despair into hope. We embrace that while we are on this earth we will never understand the full sovereign will of God.

As we stand in the valley screaming up to our formidable mountain, we speak words of life over it. And through these offerings of hope, life and the certainty of Heaven, our focus turns back to God, our broken hearts give way to hope, and our spirit is relieved that ‘He Maketh No Mistake.’

“My Father’s way may twist and turn,

My heart may throb and ache.

But in my soul I’m glad I know,

He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,

My hopes may fade away,

But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead

For He doth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem

That day will never break;

I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him.

He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,

My eyesight’s far too dim;

But come what may, I’ll simply trust

And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift

And plain it all He’ll make,

Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,

He made not one mistake.”

A. M. Overton