[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-1027":3},"OCTOBER 27\r\nAll thy waves and thy billows are gone over me (Psalm 42:7).\r\nThey are HIS billows, whether they go o'er us,\r\nHiding His face in smothering spray and foam:\r\nOr smooth and sparkling, spread a path before us, And to our haven bear us safely home.\r\nThey are HIS billows, whether for our succor He walks across them, stilling all our fears;\r\nOr to our cry there comes no aid nor answer, And in the lonely silence none is near.\r\nThey are HIS billows, whether we are toiling\r\nThrough tempest-driven waves that never cease, While deep to deep with clamor loud is calling;\r\nOr at His word they hush themselves in peace.\r\nThey are HIS billows, whether He divides them,   Making us walk dryshod where seas had flowed; Or lets tumultuous breakers surge about us,\r\nRushing unchecked across our only road.\r\nThey are HIS billows, and He brings us through them; So He has promised, so His love will do.\r\nKeeping and leading, guiding and upholding, To His sure harbor, He will bring us through. --Annie Johnson Flint.\r\n\r\nStand up in the place where the dear Lord has put you, and there do your best God gives us trial tests. He puts life before us as an\r\nantagonist face to face. Out of the buffeting of a serious conflict\r\nwe are expected to grow strong. The tree that grows where tempests toss its boughs and bend its trunk often almost to breaking, is\r\noften more firmly rooted than the tree which grows in the\r\nsequestered valley where no storm ever brings stress or strain. The\r\nsame is true of fife. The grandest character is grown in hardship. --Selected.",1783499793982]