Last week, we pulled into the first hotel of our trip home-ward after a 12-hour day of driving. My husband took the four big kids to the pool while I started a load of laundry, necessary after Baby JW’s blowout diaper in car seat. Then, I put the two littlest to bed. The baby went down easily, and I got rare opportunity to lie down with H and sing to her a little while she fell asleep. I had to think for a minute to remember some of the hymns that I used to sing her. I have a specific memory of singing to her on the hospital when she had brain surgery at five weeks old, about the age JW is now. I wanted to share the lyrics of one of the hymns here-particularly to remind myself of all the verses, and partially to share with you a hymn that has been a great help to me.
God Moves In A Mysterious Way
- God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
- Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
- Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
- Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
- His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
- Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Verse two was always particularly special to me, as it reminded me of these verses in Psalm 139:
“For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.”
When you go through trials of various kinds (including long days of hard mothering!), take comfort in these verses.