It requires steely nerves to walk the path that the LORD is calling us to. The “Narrow Way” itself is tough and arduous. Upon that, the obstacle course that is laid out by the enemy, is individual specific, and is designed to trip and topple us to despair and destruction.
The only hope and comfort for a Christian, is the LORD, who never leaves us nor forsakes us – Hebrews 13:5b. However, good to note – we who have to step forward in faith, and not in doubt and fear – this is where the disciples failed [Luke 8:22-25] and so also, we.
Anne Steele is a fine example to all of us who are feeble and failing. She chose to trust God, and stand up in faith, in her LORD and Saviour. She chose to “fight the good fight” of faith. Never give up, when the LORD is our help and hope.
Anne Steele, was physically handicapped, yet her heart and her spirit were free, and soaring high, in the face of her pain and suffering. In 1760 she wrote the hymn “When I survey life’s varied scene.”
“I- When I survey life’s varied scene,
Amid the darkest hours,
Sweet rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mix’d with flowers.
II- Lord, teach me to adore thy hand,
From whence my comforts flow;
And let me in this desert land
A glimpse of Canaan know.
Anne Steele wrote this hymn, after she lost her fiancé, on the morning they were supposed to get married. What a cruel twist of events, for a young lady, whose life was already severely restricted by her physical condition. Well, that is not how Ms. Steele saw it and took it…she wrote…
III- Is health and ease my happy share?
O may I bless my God;
Thy kindness let my songs declare,
And spread thy praise abroad.
May the LORD help us to SEE Him alone, and SEEK Him with all our hearts, regardless of what is happening in our lives. So God help us.
"VI. When present suff'rings pain my heart, Or future terrors rise, And light and hope almost depart From these dejected eyes, VII. Thy pow'rful word supports my hope, Sweet cordial of the mind! And bears my fainting spirit up, And bids me wait resign'd. VIII. And O, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sov'reign hand denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: IX. “Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From ev'ry murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And let me live to thee."