GOD BLESS THE INTERRUPTIONS.
By M. E. S.
I WONDER how many of us think God can bless our interruptions. I believe He can and will if we let Him. But how can such unwelcome guests as these be blessings? Some days we have duties that will fill every hour, every moment, of the day, and then these little visitors come (God bless them!) one after another — I need not describe how. We each know what they are, and how they intrude. When night comes at last, are we worried and fretful, and more tired than if we had worked hard all day? Do we meet our dear husbands with a cloud on our brow, and without the “good report” that “maketh the bones fat”? If we do, we have missed much. If instead of becoming impatient as we see the day passing, we should say, “Lord, was this what you wanted me to do to-day instead of what I planned?” and cheerfully do the unplanned duties, what a blessing would fill our hearts! If we are tempted again, let us think of some precious promise: “All things work together for good.” “Great peace have they which love thy law,” etc. Because of sickness and nervousness, some who read these lines may fail to give God an opportunity to bless — others be forgetful; but let us keep on striving for the victory. It will come. By and by we shall wonder that we could have let things annoy us so, and we shall be constantly rejoicing. We shall have a clear, beautiful heaven about us all the time, not a cloudy, misty one.