Excerpt from… Streams In The Desert
The steep bits that take away our breath,
the stony bits that make our feet ache so,
the hot shadeless stretches that make us feel so exhausted,
the rushing rivers that we have to pass through —
Jesus has gone through it all before us.
“He was wearied with his journey.”
Not some, but all the many waters went over Him,
did not quench His love.
He was made a perfect Leader by the things which He suffered.
—Frances Ridley Havergal
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In “pastures green”? Not always; sometimes He
Who knowest best, in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be.
So, whether on the hill-tops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys, where
The shadows lie, what matter? He is there.