There is a beautiful legend about a conference held by the doves to
decide where they should make their abode. One suggested that they
should go to the woods; but the objection was made that there they
would be in danger from hawks; another mentioned the cities, but boys
would stone them there, and drive them away or kill them. Presently
some dove suggested that they go and hide in the clefts of the rocks,
and there they were safe. "O ye that dwell in Moab, leave the cities
and dwell in the rock, and be like the dove that maketh her nest in
the sides of the hole's mouth."
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
Look to Christ!
A leading surgeon I heard of, when he has a bad wound to dress, or a
broken limb to set, tells the patient:
"Now, look at the wound, see just how it looks, and then look at me!"
So when you have seen the state your heart is in, look up to Christ,
and nowhere else.