Hold Lightly to Earthly Things

Man . . . is few of days and full of trouble. Job 14:1

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It may be of great service to us, to remember this mournful fact, for it may lead us to hold lightly to earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in the recollection that we are not above the arrows of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent us from boasting like the psalmist that our mountain stands firm, that we shall never be moved. It may prevent us from making our roots too deep in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden.

Let us keep in mind the frail tenure upon which we hold our temporal mercies. If we remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman's axe, we will not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love that expects death, and that reckons upon separations. Our dear relations are simply loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender's hand may be sooner than we think.

This is also true of our worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming forever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we will have to glorify God by suffering and not by earnest activity.

There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man's life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it would be better looking for honey in a salty ocean. Beloved reader, do not set your affections upon things of earth, but seek those things that are above, for here the moth devours, and the thief steals, but there all joys are perpetual and eternal. The path of trouble is the
way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many a weary head!

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I saw the title of this devotion in my husband's inbox yesturday,

and the Lord pricked my heart and said,

"That is for you."

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It is stormy outside this morning. Overcast and grey.

As I sit here and think, I know the Lord spoke truth to me.

I trust Him. I trust His intentions. I trust His purity. I trust His Word to me.

Although, it is hard to hear correction from Him at times, and it is difficult to confess that it is true, I know, it is for my good.

For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed:

for I know whom I have believed,

and am persuaded that he is able to keep

that which I have committed unto him against that day.
2 Timothy 1:12