When peace like a river does not attend your soul, consider this…
…the labor of self-love is a heavy one indeed. Think for yourself whether much of your sorrow has not arisen from someone speaking slightingly of you. As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer affront to your idol. How then can you hope to have inward peace? The heart’s fierce effort to protect itself from every slight, to shield its touchy honor from the bad opinion of friend and enemy, will never let the mind have rest. Continue this fight through the years and the burden will become intolerable. Yet the sons of earth are carrying this burden continually, challenging every word spoken against them, cringing under every criticism, smarting under each fancied slight, tossing sleepless if another is preferred before them.
Such a burden as this is not necessary to bear. Jesus calls us to His rest, and meekness is His method…
(A.W. Tozer, pg106 Meekness and Rest, The Pursuit of God)
The faithfulness of God continues to overwhelm me in the ‘I know He is but I’m still humbled, grateful and somewhat surprised’ sort of way.
Not only does God still speak (and always has) but He speaks Life/Love and in the most timely ways.
It is well…it is well with my soul.