Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of My righteousness. – Isaiah 41:10

Put me to sea, and let the ship be driven along, that wind is my Father’s breath; let the clouds gather, they are the dust of my Father’s feet; let the waterspout appear from heaven, it is my Father dipping His hand in the laver of His earthly temple. The child of God feareth nothing. All things are his Father’s; and divested now of everything that is terrible, he can look upon them with complacency, for he says, “The clouds are the dust of His feet.”

“He drives His chariot through the sky,
Beneath His feet His thunders roar;
He shakes the earth, He veils the sky,
My soul, my soul, this God adore-
He is thy Father, and thy love.”

Fall down before His feet and worship Him, for He hath loved thee by His grace. You know there are many fearful events which may befall us; but we are never afraid of them, if we are saints, because they are the dust of His feet. Pestilence may ravage this fair city once again; the thousands may fall, and the funeral march be constantly seen in our streets. Do we fear it? Nay; the pestilence is but one of our Father’s servants, and we are not afraid of it, although it walketh in darkness. There may be no wheat, the flocks may be cut off from the herd and the stall; nevertheless, famine and distress are our Father’s doings, and what our Father does we will not view with alarm. There is a man there with a sword in his hand; he is an enemy, and I fear him. My Father has a sword, and I fear him not; I rather love to see Him have a sword, because I know He will only use it for my protection. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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