April 2 Keeper Of The Keys

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Devotion taken from Streams In The Desert compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

The Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all.”  Psalm 103:19

Some time since, in the early spring, I was going out at my door when round the corner came a blast of east wind–defiant and pitiless, fierce and withering–sending a cloud of dust before it.

I was just taking the latchkey from the door as I said, half impatiently, “I wish the wind would–” I was going to say change; but the word was checked, and the sentence was never finished.

As I went on my way, the incident became a parable to me.

There came an angel holding out a key, and he said: “My Master sends thee His love, and bids me give you this.”

Now indeed should I be happy.  I hurried away up into the heights whence the winds came, and stood amongst the caves.  “I will have done with the east wind at any rate–and that shall plague us no more,” I cried; and calling in that friendless wind, I closed the door, and hear the echoes ringing in the hollow places.  I turned the key triumphantly.  “There,” I said, “now we have done with that.”

“What shall I choose in its place?”  I asked myself, looking about me.  “The south wind is pleasant”; and I thought of the lambs, and the young life on every hand, and the flowers that had begun to deck the hedgerows.  but as I set the key within the door, it began to burn in my hand.

“What am I doing?”  I cried; “who knows what mischief I may bring about?  How do I know what the fields want!  Ten thousand things of ill may come of this foolish wish of mine.”

Bewildered and ashamed, I looked up and prayed that the Lord would send His angel yet again to take the key; and for my part I promised that I would never want to have it anymore.

But lo, the Lord Himself stood by me.  He reached His hand to take the key; and as I laid it down, I saw that it rested against the sacred wound-print.

It hurt me indeed that I could ever have murmured against anything wrought by Him who bear such sacred tokens of His love.  Then He took the key and hung it on His girdle.

“Dost Thou keep the key of the winds?” I asked.

“I do, my child,” He answered graciously.

And lo, I looked again and there hung all the keys of all my life.  He saw my look of amazement, and asked, “Didst thou not know, my child, that my kingdom ruleth over all?”

“Over all, my Lord?” I answered; “then it is not safe for me to murmur at anything?”  Then did He lay His hand upon me tenderly.  “My child,”  He said, “thy only safety is, in everything, to love and trust and praise.”  ~ Mark Guy Pearse

Lord God Heavenly Father, forgive our murmurings when troubles come and we fret and focus on ourselves and NOT on you.  Help us this day to remember that you truly “ruleth over all”–that whatever happens to us is under your watchful eye.  Thank you, Lord God, for your loving Hand that guides and protects us.   We give you honor, glory and praise, in Jesus’ name!  Amen.


One comment on “April 2 Keeper Of The Keys”

  1. Reblogged this on What's The Good Word? and commented:

    oooops….this was intended for What’s The Good Word? but ended up at my other site “Laura’s Lens.”

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