We cannot ride in our own chariots and God’ s at the same time. God must burn up with the fire of His love every earthly chariot that stands in the way of our mounting into His.

Would you mount into God’ s chariots? Then take each thing that is wrong in your life as one of God’ s chariots for you. Ask Him daily to open your eyes, and you will see His unseen chariots of deliverance.

Whenever we mount into God’ s chariots we have a translation—not into the heavens above us as Elijah did, but into the heaven within us; away from the low, groveling plane of life, up into the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, where we shall ride in triumph over all below . But the chariot that carries the soul over this road is generally some chastening, that for the present doth not seem joyous but grievous.

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No matter what the source of these chastenings, look upon them as God’ s chariots sent to carry your soul into the high planes of spiritual achievement and uplifting. You will find, to your glad surprise, that it is God’ s love that sends the chariots—His chariots in which you may ride prosper ously over all darkness.

Let us be thank ful for every trial that will help to destroy our earthly chariots, and will compel us to take refuge in the chariots of God, which always stand ready and waiting beside us in every trial.

“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he [only] is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken” (Psalm 62:5–6).

We have to be brought to the place where all other refuges fail, before we can say He only. We say, He and my experience; He and my church relationships; He and my Christian work. All that comes after the and must be taken away from us, or must be proved useless, before we can come to the He only . Only then we mount into God’ s chariots.

If we want to ride with God upon the heavens, all earth riding must be brought to an end.

He who rides with God rides above all earthborn clouds!

Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise to hide Thee fr om Thy servant’ s eyes.

No obstacle can hinder the triumphant course of God’ s chariots!

HANNAH WHITALL SMITH

I am the Lord : . . . they shall not be ashamed that wait for me.—Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord , and whose hope the Lord is.—Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord JEHOVAH is everlasting strength.—My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved.—I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed.

God, willing more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of his counsel, confirmed it by an oath: that by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us; which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil; whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus.