Worry, Folly of – Charles Spurgeon

WHY do you worry yourself? What use can your fretting serve? You are on board a vessel which you could not steer even if the great Captain put you at the helm, of which you could not so much as reef a sail, yet you worry as if you were captain and helmsman. O, be quiet, God is Master—do you think that all this din and hurly-burly that is abroad betokens that God has left his throne? No, man, his coursers rush furiously on, and his chariot is the storm, but there is a bit between their jaws, and he holds fast the reins, and guides them as he wills! Jehovah is Master yet; believe it; peace be unto you! be not afraid!