| The Beauty of Self Control |
Chapter 4 |
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If there were no one greater and stronger than ourselves into whose keeping we may commit our lives, as we go out to meet the perils, what hope could we have of ever getting through safely? The Breton mariner believed that there was a God who ruled in all the world, whose footsteps were on the sea, and as he went out on the wild waters he entrusted his frail boat to the protection of that divine Keeper. Blessed is he who does the same with his life. He cannot guide himself. He cannot master the storms. He cannot shelter himself. “Keep me, O my God,” should be his prayer, not once only when he launches his barque, but daily, hourly.
But does God care for little individual lives? Does he care for the child that has lost the shelter of human love, and has no one to think of it or provide for it? Does the great God give thought and care to one little child among the millions of the world? Someone asks and answers the question:
“‘Among so many, can he care?
Can special love be everywhere?’
I asked. My soul bethought of this–
‘In just that very place of his
Where he hath put and keepeth you
God hath no other thing to do.’”
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