[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0731":3},"JULY 31\r\nHe guided them by the skillfulness of his hands (Psalm 78.72).\r\nWhen you are doubtful as to your course, submit your judgment\r\nabsolutely to the Spirit of God, and ask Him to shut against you\r\nevery door but the right one.... Meanwhile keep on as you are, and consider the absence of indication to be the indication of God's\r\nwill that you are on His track.... As you go down the long\r\ncorridor, you will find that He has preceded you, and locked many  doors which you would fain have entered; but be sure that beyond these there is one which He has left unlocked. Open it and enter,   and you will find yourself face to face with a bend of the river of\r\nopportunity, broader and deeper than anything you had dared to    imagine in your sunniest dreams. Launch forth upon it; it conducts to the open sea.\r\nGod guides us, often by circumstances. At one moment the way may seem utterly blocked; and then shortly afterward some trivial\r\nincident occurs, which might not seem much to others, but which to the keen eye of faith speaks volumes. Sometimes these things are  repeated in various ways, in answer to prayer. They are not\r\nhaphazard results of chance, but the opening up of circumstances In the direction in which we would walk. And they begin to multiply as\r\nwe advance toward our goal, just as the lights do as we near a\r\npopulous town, when darting through the land by night expressed. --F. B. Meyer.\r\nIf you go to Him to be guided, He will guide you; but He will not\r\ncomfort your distrust or half-trust of Him by showing you the chart of all His purposed concerning you. He will show you only into a\r\nway where, if you go cheerfully and trustfully forward, He win show you on still farther. --Horace Bushnell.\r\nAs moves my fragile bark across the storm-swept sea,\r\nGreat waves beat o'er her side, as north wind blows;\r\nDeep in the darkness hid lie threat'ning rocks and shoals; But all of these, and more, my Pilot knows.\r\nSometimes when dark the night, and every light gone out, I wonder to what port my frail ship goes;\r\nStill though the night be long, and restless all my hours, My distant goal, I'm sure, my Pilot knows.\r\n--Thomas Curtis Clark",1783499793257]