The following verse from his most famous hymn, "God Moves in a Mysterious Way," illustrates his confidence, though fragile, in God's kind sovereignty. Although written in old English, it means a lot to me right now.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
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I suffer my own form of mental illness when I try to create a better plan than God, when I try to tell him how things should work out instead of trusting him to know best, when I try to understand and explain his ways and his thoughts and his desires. The song is a beautiful expression of the power of God to know and see and understand things we cannot begin to comprehend.
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