[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0423":3},"APRIL 23\r\nThough I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me (Psalm 138:7).\r\nThe Hebrew rendering of the above Is \"go on in the center of\r\ntrouble.\" What descriptive words! We have called on God in the day of trouble; we have pleaded His promise of deliverance but no\r\ndeliverance has been given; the enemy has continued oppressing\r\nuntil we were in the very thick of the fight in the center of trouble. Why then trouble the Master any further?\r\nWhen Martha said, \"Lord, if thou hadst been here my brother had not died,\" our Lord met her lack of hope with His further promise, \"Thy\r\nbrother shall rise again.\" And when we walk \"in the center of trouble\" and are tempted to think like Martha that the time of\r\ndeliverance is past He meets us too with a promise from His Word. \"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me. \"\r\nThough His answer has so long delayed, though we may still continue\r\nto \"go on\" in the midst of trouble, \"the center of trouble\" is the place where He revives, not the place where He fails us.\r\nWhen in the hopeless place, the continued hopeless place, is the\r\nvery time when He will stretch forth His hand against the wrath of\r\nour enemies and perfect that which concerneth us, the very time\r\nwhen He will make the attack to cease and fail and come to an end. What occasion is there then for fainting? --Aphra White.\r\nTHE EYE OF THE STORM\r\nFear not that the whirlwind shall carry thee hence,\r\n\r\nNor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense, Nor shrink from the whips of the terrible hail,\r\nBut pass through the edge to the heart of the tale, For there is a shelter, sunlighted and warm,\r\nAnd Faith sees her God through the eye of the storm.\r\nThe passionate tempest with rush and wild roar\r\nAnd threatenings of evil may beat on the shore,\r\nThe waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains, And the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains,\r\nYet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely its psalm, For the heart of the storm is the center of calm.\r\nLet hope be not quenched in the blackness of night,\r\nThough the cyclone awhile may have blotted the light, For behind the great darkness the stars ever shine,\r\nAnd the light of God's heavens, His love shall make thine, Let no gloom dim thine eyes, but uplift them on high\r\nTo the face of thy God and the blue of His sky.\r\nThe storm is thy shelter from danger and sin,\r\nAnd God Himself takes thee for safety within;\r\nThe tempest with Him passeth into deep calm,\r\nAnd the roar of the winds is the sound of a psalm.   Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form;\r\nGod smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.",1783499792052]