JOB'S NEST WAS VERY COMFORTABLE. It appeared to be very secure. It was on high and not to be easily reached. He knew that death could reach it but he thought that nothing else could disturb it. His conduct was consistent and his conscience was quiet; God was his Father and providence his friend. "Then I said I shall die in my nest." But, alas! Suddenly a storm arose; the nest was destroyed and the poor bird lay bleeding and exposed. No earthly nest is out of danger. Temporal comforts are only lent. The higher the tree in which we build, the more exposed to the whirlwind and the storm. Here we have no continuing city. In one day we may be brought down. Let us therefore endeavour to leave our matters more with the Lord, and learn to be content with His appointments. We must die. But when, and where, and how, should be left with the Lord. Five minutes after death, it will matter very little, whether we died on a bed of our own, in a spacious chamber, surrounded by friends; or at some rich man's gate neglected and alone. Present comforts all may leave us, our feathered nest may be scattered to the winds, but our union to Jesus, nothing can disturb.

For Meditation:
I would not contend with Thy will
Whatever that will may decree ;
But O, may each trial I feel
Unite me more firmly to Thee.