If we knew in full, in this grief-stricken world, all that would befall us in
the future, how sad would existence be! It would leave even prosperity
without a note of gladness; for the certainty of losing our blessings,
would rob us of all their enjoyment while we retained them. And thus
moments of unbounded pleasure, would be clouded with the dark characters of
anticipated sorrow.
How would the mother's joy be marred, as the object of her tender solicitude and affection was sporting by her side, or as she hung over the infant cradle, if she could pry with certainty into the future, and read the mournful sequel of that little history, the lingering sickness, the early grave, the blighted hopes, the desolated household, the broken heart. To know the future, would convert the few brief years of possession of her blessing, into consecutive hours of agony, the consciousness and foreknowledge that every moment was drawing nearer the fatal one sitting by Time's sand-glass and marking grain by grain, as they dropped and fell, until the last grain of the diminishing heap announced, "The long-dreaded hour has arrived!"
But, thank God that the future is veiled! The storm and coming wreck are concealed, in order that the calm of the present waveless sea may be enjoyed.
Yes, we again say, thank God for hiding the future, and allowing us only to be conversant with the joys and sorrows of today.
How would the mother's joy be marred, as the object of her tender solicitude and affection was sporting by her side, or as she hung over the infant cradle, if she could pry with certainty into the future, and read the mournful sequel of that little history, the lingering sickness, the early grave, the blighted hopes, the desolated household, the broken heart. To know the future, would convert the few brief years of possession of her blessing, into consecutive hours of agony, the consciousness and foreknowledge that every moment was drawing nearer the fatal one sitting by Time's sand-glass and marking grain by grain, as they dropped and fell, until the last grain of the diminishing heap announced, "The long-dreaded hour has arrived!"
But, thank God that the future is veiled! The storm and coming wreck are concealed, in order that the calm of the present waveless sea may be enjoyed.
Yes, we again say, thank God for hiding the future, and allowing us only to be conversant with the joys and sorrows of today.
[John MacDuff]
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James 4:14 ... Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Proverbs 19:21 ... There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the Lord, that shall stand.
Matthew 6:34 ... Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. ❤
