[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0728":3},"JULY 28\r\nThe Lord hath His way in the whirlwind and storm (Nahum 1:3).\r\nI recollect, when a lad, and while attending a classical institute in the vicinity of Mount Pleasant sitting on an elevation of that  mountain, and watching a storm as it came up the valley. The\r\nheavens were filled with blackness, and the earth was shaken by the\r\nvoice of thunder. It seemed as though that fair landscape was utterly changed, and its beauty gone never to return.\r\nBut the storm swept on, and passed out of the valley; and if I had sat in the same place on the following day, and said, \"Where is\r\nthat terrible storm, with all its terrible blackness?\" the grass\r\nwould have said, \"Part of it is in me,\" and the daisy would have said, \"Part of it is in me, \" and the fruits and flowers and\r\neverything that grows out of the ground would have said, \"Part of the storm is incandescent in me.\"\r\nHave you asked to be made like your Lord? Have you longed for the\r\nfruit of the Spirit, and have you prayed for sweetness and\r\ngentleness and love? Then fear not the stormy tempest that is at\r\nthis moment sweeping through your life. A blessing is in the storm,\r\nand there will be the rich fruitage in the \"afterward.\" --Henry Ward Beecher.\r\nThe flowers live by the tears that fall From the sad face of the skies;\r\nAnd life would have no joys at all, Were there-no watery eyes.\r\nLove thou thy sorrow: grief shall bring Its own excuse in after years;\r\nThe rainbow!-see how fair a thing God hath built up from tears.\r\n--Henry S. Sutton.",1783499793248]