[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0131":3},"JANUARY 31 \nHe giveth quietness (Job 34:29).\r\nQuietness amid the dash of the storm. We sail the lake with Him still; and as we reach its middle waters, far from land, under\r\nmidnight skies, suddenly a great storm sweeps down. Earth and hell\r\nseem arrayed against us, and each billow threatens to overwhelm.\r\nThen He arises from His sleep, and rebukes the winds and the waves, His hand waves benediction and repose over the rage of the\r\ntempestuous elements. His voice is heard above the scream of the wind in the cordage and the conflict of the billows, \"Peace, be\r\nstill!\" Can you not hear it? And there is instantly a great calm. \"He giveth quietness.\" Quietness amid the loss of inward\r\nconsolations. He sometimes withdraws these, because we make too much of them. We are tempted to look at our joy, our ecstasies, our   transports, or our visions, with too great complacency. Then love\r\nfor love's sake, withdraws them. But by His grace, He leads us to\r\ndistinguish between them and Himself. He draws nigh, and whispers the assurance of His presence. Thus an infinite calm comes to keep  our heart and mind. \"He giveth quietness.\"\r\n\"He giveth quietness.\" O Elder Brother,\r\nWhose homeless feet have pressed our path of pain, Whose hands have borne the burden of our sorrow,   That in our losses we might find our gain.\r\nOf all Thy gifts and infinite consolings, I ask but this: in every troubled hour\r\nTo hear Thy voice through all the tumults stealing, And rest serene beneath its tranquil power.\r\nCares cannot fret me if my soul be dwelling In the still air of faith's untroubled day;\r\nGrief cannot shake me if I walk beside thee, My hand in Thine along the darkening way.\r\nContent to know there comes a radiant morning When from all shadows I shall find release;\r\n\r\nSerene to wait the rapture of its dawning-\r\nWho can make trouble when Thou sendest peace?",1783499792048]