prayer? Do they not compel me to seize the promises with a tighter hand grip? Do they not leave me with a character refined? Storms of bereavement are keen; but, then, they are one of the Father’s ways of driving me to Himself, that in the secret of His presence His voice may speak to my heart, soft and low. There is a glory of the Master which can be seen only when the wind is contrary and the ship tossed with waves. “Jesus Christ is no security against storms, but He is perfect security in storms.