Birds make no provision for the future themselves, and yet every day, provision is made for them, and their eyes wait on God, that great and good Housekeeper, who provides food for all flesh.
He has not promised to gratify all the appetites of the body and the humours of the fancy, but to grant all the desires of the heart, all the cravings of the renewed sanctified soul.
My substance, when hid in the womb, nay, when it was yet but in the forming, an unshapen embryo, was not hidden from thee; thy eyes did see my substance.
