Be Still My Soul

“Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and why art thou disquieted within me?” Psalm 42:11. When I walk through the forest on a warm summer morning, I find that it may be a hard thing to catch a glimpse of a songbird. They blend so well with the foliage and they flutter and fly so quickly from branch to branch that it takes a careful patient eye to spot them. It seems to me that their movements are the discontented notes of some mad composer. These little creatures are hardly ever still as they...