Below is a letter, from the diary, that was written to a friend whose sister was dying. I thought it was really good and encouraging and wanted to share.
My Dear Mrs. Manson,
Isabella [his wife] and I have been sympathizing deeply with you. You will be ready to say, "Deep calleth unto deep," but you must not say "All Thy waves and billows are against me." These billows are helping you forward to a haven of unbroken rest, and by sanctifying you now are preparing a deeper rest in the end. As you sit watching at your sister's bedside may be tempted to say, "Has the Lord forgotten to be gracious ?" but if you are so tempted you will look again to His holy temple and say, "Shall I not be subject to my Father's will?" Shall I not think on my Forerunner and learn of Him to say, "The cup which my Father giveth me, shall I not drink it?"
Perhaps you feel anxiety to be as difficult to bear as even the certain stroke of calamity. Well, your Elder Brother has felt the same. Did He not once cry in Psalm 142:3, "When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my way." At a time when I could not see the Lord's ways, and was perplexed and anxious and burdened, at that very time this was my consolation, "Thou knowest the path by which Thou art leading me." Were you even come to this, "Now is my soul troubled, and what shall I say ?" I doubt not that the Comforter would enable you to follow Jesus and to say, not "Save me from this hour," but "Father, glorify Thy name! "
Here is a message for your sister : " He is all my salvation." Christ is my obedience to the law, my satisfaction for having broken the law, my payment of the ten thousand talents I owe, my righteousness ! " He is all my salvation "-—my feelings, my thoughts, my prayers, even my faith are no part of my salvation in coming for acceptance as a sinner. My soul is the dry empty pitcher. He is the deep well. Drop in, O my soul!
Yours truly in the Lord,
Andrew A. Bonar.
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