“God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform” These are the words written by the great hymn writer William Cowper (1731-1800). William Cowper suffered from severe depression. He spent several periods of time in mental institutions and he wrote this hymn during a period when he was better. 

You may be going through a terrible time right now. You may be facing a terrible life threatening situation. It may look very dark right now, but hold on. Trust in the Lord and he will bring you through it. 

As I look back over my life, every sad moment turned out to be a time when God was working things out for the best. It may not look like it right now, but later on you will see that God worked it out for you. Just trust him. Just trust him and you will find theses words to be true. 

Here’s the gist of it—Horrible imaginings are always worst than the actual thing. Nothing lasts forever not even bad times. One day your troubles will be over. The terminally ill, the incarcerated, the homeless, the broke, the heartbroken will all be free. Soon we will all be done with the troubles of the world. 

Soon something will happen that will bring all of us to our knees. Our faith may be shaken, we may grieve uncontrollably, but God will bring us through it. We as a nation must be prepared for what is about to come. Put  your seat belts on and just remember that you heard it here: “God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform.” COWPER WRITES:

"GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY,
HIS WONDERS TO PERFORM;
HE PLANTS HIS FOOTSTEPS IN THE SEA,
AND RIDES UPON THE STORM.
DEEP IN UNFATHOMABLE MINES
OF NEVER-FAILING SKILL,
HE TREASURES UP HIS BRIGHT DESIGNS,
AND WORKS HIS SOVEREIGN WILL.
YE FEARFUL SAINTS, FRESH COURAGE TAKE,
THE CLOUDS YE SO MUCH DREAD
ARE BIG WITH MERCY, AND SHALL BREAK
IN BLESSINGS ON YOUR HEAD.
JUDGE NOT THE LORD BY FEEBLE SENSE,
BUT TRUST HIM FOR HIS GRACE;
BEHIND A FROWNING PROVIDENCE
HE HIDES A SMILING FACE.
HIS PURPOSES WILL RIPEN FAST,
UNFOLDING EVERY HOUR;
THE BUD MAY HAVE A BITTER TASTE,
BUT SWEET WILL BE THE FLOWER.
BLIND UNBELIEF IS SURE TO ERR,
AND SCAN HIS WORK IN VAIN:
' GOD IS HIS OWN INTERPRETER,
AND HE WILL MAKE IT PLAIN.

In the words of my dad, “If these gas prices get any higher I am going to buy me a horse!”