Are you feeling that life for you has become a tangled skein, tangled with problems that seem to be desperately hard to unravel? If so, examine them and see whether it be not true that somewhere in the tangle there is the golden thread of an obvious present duty. Commence with that thread: what ought you to do next? Now! Never mind tomorrow!

Father, my life is in tangle, Thread after thread appears Twisted and broken and knotted, Viewed through the lapse of years. I cannot straighten them, Father; Oh, it is very hard; Somehow or other it seemeth, All I have done is marred. I did not see they were getting Into this tangled state; How it has happened I know not— Is it too late, too late? Is it? “Ah, no!” Thou dost whisper, “Out of this life of thine Yet may come wonderful beauty Wrought by My Power Divine.” Take then, the threads, O my Father, Let them Thy mind fulfill, Work out in love a pattern After Thy holy will! CHARLOTTE MURRAY

The case looks utterly hopeless. Hope is dead—yea, buried, and the bones are lying scattered at the grave’s mouth. But the eye fixed on the living God can bring a resurrection. Hope may yet flourish again. The net of terrible entanglement may be broken by a Father’s hand, and liberty and life abundant may yet be mine!

The Savior can solve every problem, The tangles of life can undo, There is nothing too hard for Jesus, There is nothing that He cannot do. OSWALD J. SMITH

When my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

O Lord , I am oppressed; undertake for me.—Cast thy burden upon the Lord , and he shall sustain thee.

I am but a little child: I know not how to go out or come in.—If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, . . . and it shall be given him.

Who is sufficient for these things?—I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing.—My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee . . . Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole.

My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; . . . when I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.

Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God.

Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy. I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings.

Thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storms.

Christ . . . suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps: who did no sin, neither was guile found in his mouth: who, when he was reviled, reviled not again; when he suffered, he threatened not; but committed himself to him that judgeth righteously.

Strengthen thou me according unto thy word.

Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou has caused me to hope.—O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away.—Ye know in all your hearts and in all your souls, that not one thing hath failed of all the good things which the Lord your God spake concerning you; all are come to pass unto you, and not one thing hath failed thereof.

Fear not: peace be unto thee, be strong, yea, be strong. And when he had spoken unto me, I was strengthened, and said, Let my lord speak; for thou hast strengthened me.—Be strong, . . . and work: for I am with you, saith the Lord of hosts.—Not by might nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.

Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord ; for I am weak: O Lord , heal me; for my bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord , how long? Return, O Lord , deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

Ye have need of patience.

While they looked stedfastly toward heaven as he went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel; which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.

Our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ.

That blessed hope,. . . the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.