This evening the clouds lay low on the
mountains, so that sometimes we could hardly see them, and sometimes the stars
were nearly all covered. But always, just when it seemed as though the
mountains were going to be quite lost in the mist, the higher peaks pushed out,
and whereas the dimmer stars were veiled, the brighter ones shone
through. Even supposing the clouds had wholly covered the face of the
mountains, and not a star had shone through the piled-up masses, the mountains
would still have stood steadfast, and the stars would not have ceased to shine.
I thought of this and found it very
comforting, simple as it is. Our feelings do not affect God’s
facts. They may blow up like clouds and cover the eternal things that we
do most truly believe. We may not see the shining of the promises, but
still they shine; and the strength of the hills, that is His also, is not for
one moment less because of our human weakness.
Heaven is no dream.
Feelings come and go like clouds, but the hills and the stars abide.
Amy
Carmichael
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