Phil 4:12-13 I know what it is to be in need, and I know
what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in
any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty
or in want. 13 I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
The music written by Robert Lowry was called "Need". Annie Hawks captured
some of the essence of that music in the lyrics she wrote. I have heard this
tune sung quietly with no accompaniment, with a country beat, and as a classical
hymn. There are undoubtedly more renditions of the song. But even the quietest
performances are sweet and at peace.
The fact that we are completely dependent on God for everything from A to
Z during the day leaves us with two options - utter panic and possibly denial,
or in a place of perfect rest knowing that He cares for us. If the Lord of
all Creation knows and cares when a tiny bird in this vast universe dies
and falls to the ground, how much He must watch over the tiny details of
our days caring for our problems and victories
Yes, we make our plans - but they are in vain if they are not in line with
what God has for us. That does not mean that we will live in rags. We may.
Look at Jonah living in the belly of a whale for three days. What Jonah must
have endured during those days! But God preserved him. We will miss special
things and people He wants us to see and meet. Those are the kinds riches
that are lost, rather than silver or gold.
Are you fighting like Jonah? Are you learning to be content in whatever situation
that meets you? Are you, like me, somewhere in the middle - both learning
and struggling? I am always impressed with how learning more shows me how
little I know. Eventually, I will come to the realization that I know nothing
but the love of the One Who created me. I have a long way to go, but I have
a wonderful companion along the way .
||I Need Thee Every Hour
I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine can peace afford.
I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.
I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their pow'r when Thou art nigh.
I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is vain.
I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.
I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
Oh, make me Thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.
Text: Annie S. Hawks, 1835-1918
Music: Robert Lowry, 1826-1899