February 28Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God — Phil. 4:6.
The question may arise, Why will not God give us the things which He sees us to need without our making petition to Him and claiming His promises? Undoubtedly because we need previously to come into the proper attitude of heart to receive His favors and to be advantaged by them. Even as it is, we may be sure that we do not sufficiently appreciate the Divine care bestowed upon us hitherto and now. Even in the attitude of prayer and thanksgiving we probably do not discern one-half of our causes for gratitude, as we shall see them by and by, when we shall know even as we are known—Z '03, 8 (R 3128). Anxiety fits a Christian as little as distrust of mother-love becomes a child. In the heart where reliance on God reigns, and thankfulness for many favors received sits enthroned, worry can find no lodgment. The child of God knows that for his every need he has a responsive Father, who is ever accessible to His suppliant children; therefore, in telling his needs to his Father, he drives away anxious care—P '35, 15. Parallel passages: Psa. 127:2; Matt. 6:25-34; 13:22; Luke 21:34; 1 Cor. 7:32, 33; 2 Tim. 2:4; Psa. 37:5; 55:22; Prov. 16:3; Jer. 17:7, 8; Heb. 13:5; 1 Pet. 5:6, 7; Gen. 32:24-29; 1 Sam. 12:23; Psa. 86:3, 6; 130:1, 2; Col. 4:2; Matt. 15:22-28; Luke 18:1-7; 22:44; Rom. 8:26; Eph. 6:18; Heb. 5:7, 8. Hymns: 313, 56, 57, 35, 99, 106, 239. Poems of Dawn, 234: Our Burden Bearer. Tower Reading: Z '14, 230 (R 5508). Questions: What have been this week's experiences in line with this text? How were they met? In what did they result? |
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OUR BURDEN BEARER
THE little sharp vexations,
And the briers that catch and fret,
Why not take all to the Helper,
Who hath never failed us yet?
Tell Him about the heartache,
And tell Him the longings, too;
Tell Him the baffled purpose,
When we scarce know what to do.
Then, leaving all our weakness
With the One divinely strong,
Forget that we bore the burden,
And carry away the song.
THE little sharp vexations,
And the briers that catch and fret,
Why not take all to the Helper,
Who hath never failed us yet?
Tell Him about the heartache,
And tell Him the longings, too;
Tell Him the baffled purpose,
When we scarce know what to do.
Then, leaving all our weakness
With the One divinely strong,
Forget that we bore the burden,
And carry away the song.
