Isa 27. 8 He stayeth His rough wind in the day of the east wind.
"his rough wind" these words were a comfort to me this morning as i thought of my trials in flesh. By the time that wind reaches the child of the Father...it is His wind. and "he stayeth His rough wind in the day of the east wind". Things will never be too hard to bear. "we are troubled on every side yet not disressed; we are perplexed but not in depair". I have been finding this to be my strong food, and as i think of the rought wind, His rough wind, I am comforted."
this was taken from a jounrnal entry by amy carmichael. tonight i'm bothered by much and this passage was the wind i needed to go on. His rough wind. "HIS". not mine.
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