“See how the holy soul flies to its God like a dove to its cote. When the storm winds are out, the Lord’s vessels put about and make for their well-remembered harbour of refuge. What a mercy that the LORD will condescend to hear our cries in time of trouble, although we may have almost forgotten Him in our hours of fancied prosperity.
Unto Thee, O Jehovah, do I lift up my soul. It is but a mockery to uplift the hands and the eyes unless we also bring our souls into our devotions.” Charles Spurgeon