How often is God pleased to speak to the souls of His own by the feeblest instrumentality! A thunderstorm was raging, and the deep exercise through which I was passing seemed to be its echo within my troubled breast. My little boy of three and a half years came and sat on my knee and, gazing out of the window, put the following questions to me in a very impressive manner: “Does God make the light, mamma?”
I replied, “Yes, dear, God makes the light to shine into our hearts, and He sits in the heavens and rules all things.”
Taking up the last clause of my answer, be again asked with great seriousness, “Does God sit in the heavens?” —then a pause— “and rule?”
“Yes, dear,” was my answer. Again, he inquired:
“Does God rule the seaside water?”
I felt that God was surely speaking to me through this tiny child, as in a moment the words came into my mind, “He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.”
Surely if God rules the troubled waves of the mighty ocean, He is able also to stay the power of the enemy, however fiercely the tempest may rage. That blessed One who once walked upon the stormy water, is He not able also to steer us safely over life’s tempestuous sea? He only can still its foaming billows so that we may pass on fearlessly, but He is with us and we are safe under His protection.
“Led by faith we brave the ocean,
Led by faith the storm defy,
Calm, amidst tumultuous motion,
Knowing that the Lord is nigh;
Waves obey Him,
And the storms before Him fly.”