「祂知道我所行的路。」－約伯記23:10
不管你的道路再如何崎嶇難行、神秘難測，充滿了再多損失剝奪、試煉眼淚，祂都知道你所經過的一切。
就算你試煉的火爐加熱了七倍，那也是神所點的火。
有一位全能的引路者在凡事上都引領我們的腳步，不論是到了瑪拉的苦水池（出埃及記15:23），或是到以琳暢快的水泉（出埃及記15:27），都有祂手的引領。
摩西帶領以色列人出埃及的路，對埃及軍兵而言，那是不見天日的黑暗曠野，但神卻為祂的子民在前方預備了雲柱火柱。
試煉的火爐雖然熊熊燃燒著，但我們可以信靠火爐的守護者，因為知道烈火不是為著燒毀，乃是為著鍛鍊；一旦熬煉結束，神要從火爐中將精金取出來。
若我們能像約伯，在一切災難裡見到神的手，我們的試煉就不會令我們坐如針氈了。
約伯在示巴人刀劍背後看見了神的手，他也在天降的火、曠野的狂風、驟然罹難的家人的環境背後，見到了神那雙大能的手。
「賜給的是耶和華，收取的也是耶和華；耶和華的名是當受頌讚的。」－約伯記1:21約伯在凡事上都見到耶和華的作為。所以最後當他坐倒在爐灰中時，他能說：「祂雖殺我，我還要信靠祂」，他的信心因而達到了至高點。－馬克特夫博士
"He knoweth the way that I take" (Job 23:10).Believer! What a glorious assurance! This way of thine--this, it may be, a crooked, mysterious, tangled way--this way of trial and tears. "He knoweth it." The furnace seven times heated--He lighted it. There is an Almighty Guide knowing and directing our footsteps, whether it be to the bitter Marah pool, or to the joy and refreshment of Elim.
That way, dark to the Egyptians, has its pillar of cloud and fire for His own Israel. The furnace is hot; but not only can we trust the hand that kindles it, but we have the assurance that the fires are lighted not to consume, but to refine; and that when the refining process is completed no sooner--no later. He brings His people forth as gold.
When they think Him least near, He is often nearest. "When my spirit was overwhelmed, then thou knewest my path."
Do we know of ONE brighter than the brightest radiance of the visible sun, visiting our chamber with the first waking beam of the morning; an eye of infinite tenderness and compassion following us throughout the day, knowing the way that we take?
The world, in its cold vocabulary in the hour of adversity, speaks of "Providence"--"the will of Providence"--"the strokes of Providence." PROVIDENCE! what is that?
Why dethrone a living, directing God from the sovereignty of His own earth? Why substitute an inanimate, death-like abstraction, in place of an acting, controlling, personal Jehovah?
How it would take the sting from many a goading trial, to see what Job saw in his hour of aggravated woe, when every earthly hope lay prostrate at his feet.--no hand but the Divine. He saw that hand behind the gleaming swords of the Sabeans--he saw it behind the lightning flash--he saw it giving wings to the careening tempest--he saw it in the awful silence of his rifled home.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord!"
Thus seeing God in everything, his faith reached its climax when this once powerful prince of the desert, seated on his bed of ashes, could say, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust him." --Macduff
