to be honest, i was tired; mentally, physically and spiritually. when i saw the session was 53 minutes and 50 seconds long i paused. i didn't know if i would be able to get through.
but my soul craved a connection with Jesus.
and i clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, He would meet me in coziness of the office.
and so i watched. and learned. and my heart was filled. and my soul was prepared to handle what God had deemed me capable of handling today.
which, i haven't done with the grace i would have liked to.
anyways...
you know my post about my house?
how much i love it, want to hug it?
below i've pasted what was in my devotions this morning, that i read this afternoon after waking up from a crying-induced nap.
He knows. He knows my heart. He knows how to reach me. He knows what words, what illustrations will bring a balm to my wounded heart.
He is good. Oh, He is good.
He is faithful.
and He knows you - what will draw you even closer to Him.
my heart is filled with love for my Savior, because, though it was in the form of a devotional email sent to my inbox, i feel like He Himself sent a personal love note to me, reminding me where my home is...
********
Charles H. Spurgeon
November 10, 2009
Morning Reading
The eternal God is thy refuge.
The word refuge may be translated "mansion," or "abiding-place," which gives the thought that God is our abode, our home. There is a fulness and sweetness in the metaphor, for dear to our hearts is our home, although it be the humblest cottage, or the scantiest garret; and dearer far is our blessed God, in whom we live, and move, and have our being. It is at home that we feel safe: we shut the world out and dwell in quiet security. So when we are with our God we "fear no evil." He is our shelter and retreat, our abiding refuge. At home, we take our rest; it is there we find repose after the fatigue and toil of the day. And so our hearts find rest in God, when, wearied with life's conflict, we turn to Him, and our soul dwells at ease. At home, also, we let our hearts loose; we are not afraid of being misunderstood, nor of our words being misconstrued. So when we are with God we can commune freely with Him, laying open all our hidden desires; for if the "secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him," the secrets of them that fear Him ought to be, and must be, with their Lord. Home, too, is the place of our truest and purest happiness: and it is in God that our hearts find their deepest delight. We have joy in Him which far surpasses all other joy. It is also for home that we work and labour. The thought of it gives strength to bear the daily burden, and quickens the fingers to perform the task; and in this sense we may also say that God is our home. Love to Him strengthens us. We think of Him in the person of His dear Son; and a glimpse of the suffering face of the Redeemer constrains us to labour in His cause. We feel that we must work, for we have brethren yet to be saved, and we have our Father's heart to make glad by bringing home His wandering sons; we would fill with holy mirth the sacred family among whom we dwell.. Happy are those who have thus the God of Jacob for their refuge!
