Leave it all quietly to God, my soul.
There are times in life when it is a great help to have someone say to us, "Leave all that to me."
Like a gentle wind it blows the clouds away.
When one has a difficult schedule or has arrangements to make for a marriage or a funeral, to have someone who is competent and expert take over is often an untold relief.
There is much in life that we must do ourselves, and no one can relieve us of certain duties.
There are crosses each of us must carry and burdens nobody can take away.
But how much more difficult life would be in times of anxiety or strain were there not someone standing by to say to us, "Leave all that to me."
That is particularly the voice of fatherhood, which in reality is the secret of childhood's carefree spirit.
A child does not worry about clothes or meals.
Instinctively it leaves that to its father. And much of the joy of childhood springs from the trustful relationship to somebody who says, "Leave all that to me."
It is beautiful to notice how the psalmist had grasped that comforting energy of God.
Baffled, betrayed, a prey to bitter anguish-"Leave it all quietly to God, my soul."
And so for him, too, came interior peace, and the light of heaven began to shine again and the storm was changed to calm.
Now this command which the psalmist gave his soul is one of the secrets of the spiritual life.
No passing of ages has made it less imperative.
Think, for instance, of those ways of providence which it is impossible to understand...
For in every life, however blessed and happy, there are things impossible to understand.
And often these are strange and bitter and so difficult to reconcile with love that the bravest soul is near to unbelief.
When prayers seem to go unanswered...
When someone dear and young is taken away...
When those who would not harm a living creature are bowed under intolerable pain...
How hard it is to say that God is good, and saying it, believe it with a confidence which is pleasing in His eyes.
We want to know.
We want to understand.
Sometimes, like Job, we reason with God.
And so, reasoning, everything grows harder till we are brought to the margins of despair.
How much wiser the attitude of David, plunged into the very sea of trouble-"Leave it all quietly to God, my soul."
We are not here just to understand.
Now we know in part and see in part.
We are here to glorify God by trusting Him even when we do not understand.
And such trusting carries its own evidences in the rich inward peace it brings as if our life were in tune with the Eternal.
My meat is to do the will of him that sent me.
His meat was neither to probe nor to expostulate.
When the cup was bitter...
When the cross was heaviest...
When the lights were darkened in the Garden of Gethsemane...
He left it all quietly to God.
~George H. Morrison~