[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0202":3},"FEBRUARY 2\r\nIn the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft: in his quiver hath he hid me (Isa. 49:2).\r\nIn the shadow.\" We must all go there sometimes. The glare of the daylight is too brilliant; our eyes become injured, and unable to\r\ndiscern the delicate shades of color, or appreciate neutral\r\ntints-the shadowed chamber of sickness, the shadowed house of mourning, the shadowed life from which the sunlight has gone.\r\nBut fear not! It is the shadow of God's hand. He is leading thee. There are lessons that can be learned only there.\r\nThe photograph of His face can only be fixed in the dark chamber. But do not suppose that He has cast thee aside. Thou art still in\r\nHis quiver; He has not flung thee away as a worthless thing.\r\nHe is only keeping thee close till the moment comes when He can\r\nsend thee most swiftly and surely on some errand in which He will\r\nbe glorified. Oh, shadowed, solitary ones, remember how closely the\r\nquiver is bound to the warrior, within easy reach of the hand, and guarded jealously. --Christ in Isaiah, Meyer.\r\nIn some spheres the shadow condition is the condition of greatest\r\ngrowth. The beautiful Indian com never grows more rapidly than in   the shadow of a warm summer night The sun curls the leaves in the sultry noon light, but they quickly unfold, if a cloud slips over\r\nthe sky. There is a service in the shadow that is not In the shine. The world of stellar beauty is never seen at its best till the\r\nshadows of night slip over the sky. There are beauties that bloom   in the shade that will not bloom in the sun. There is much greenery in lands of fog and clouds and shadow. The florist has \"evening\r\nglories\" now, as well as \"morning glories.\" The \"evening glory\"\r\nwill not shine in the noon's splendor, but comes to its best as the shadows of evening deepen.\r\nIf all of life were sunshine,\r\nOur faces would be fain\r\nTo feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain.\r\n\r\n--Henry Van Dyke.",1783499792048]