Precious promise! LORD,
enable me to appropriate it as all my own.
We must go at certain times
from our abode, for here we have no continuing city.
It often happens
that when we feel most at home in a place, we are suddenly called away
from it.
Here is the antidote for this ill. The LORD Himself will keep
us company.
His presence, which includes His favor, His fellowship, His
care, and His power, shall be ever with us in every one of our
marchings.
This means far more than it says; for, in fact, it means all
things.
If we have God present with us, we have possession of heaven and
earth.
Go with me, LORD, and then command me where Thou wilt!
But we
hope to find a place of rest. The text promises it. We are to have rest
of God's own giving, making, and preserving.
His presence will cause us
to rest even when we are on the march, yea, even in the midst of battle.
Rest! Thrice blessed word. Can it ever be enjoyed by mortals?
Yes,
there is the promise, and by faith we plead it. Rest comes from the
Comforter, from the Prince of Peace, and from the glorious Father who
rested on the seventh day from all His works.
To be with God is to rest
in the most emphatic sense.
~Charles Spurgeon~
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.