The mornings and I have a love/hate relationship. I am NOT a morning person by nature but rather a late-nighter however, with 3 kids four and under I need to rise early if I am going to get any decent time in at the feet of Jesus. Lately, my rising early has been thwarted...an alarm clock that wouldn't ring, me staying up late to get things done, me being lazy to simply not get up. But someone has been praying! This morning I awoke at 4:30 without an alarm clock bright eyed and bushy-tailed....ok minus the tail but I knew I better not try to go back to sleep or I would not wake again at the desired 5:30. Whomever you are, keep praying that the Father would awake me to be with Him (but maybe more like 5:30) :) I got a workout in to get my brain juices flowing and then coffee and time in the Word. I read this from Spurgeon this morning:
The streams of living water which flow from Jerusalem are not dried up by the parching heats of sultry midsummer any more than they were frozen by the cold winds of blustering winter. Rejoice, O my soul, that thou art spared to testify of the faithfulness of the Lord. The seasons change and thou changest, but thy Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of his love are as deep, as broad and as full as ever. The heats of business cares and scorching trials make me need the cooling influences of the river of His grace; I may go at once and drink to the full from the inexhaustible fountain, for in summer and in winter it pours forth its flood. The upper springs are never scanty, and blessed be the name of the Lord, the nether springs cannot fail either. Elijah found Cherith dry up, but Jehovah was still the same God of providence. Job said his brethren were like deceitful brooks, but he found his God an overflowing river of consolation. The Nile is the great confidence of Egypt, but its floods are variable; our Lord is evermore the same. By turning the course of the Euphrates, Cyrus took the city of Babylon, but no power, human or infernal, can divert the current of divine grace. The tracks of ancient rivers have been found all dry and desolate, but the streams which take their rise on the mountains of divine sovereignty and infinite love shall ever be full to the brim. Generations melt away, but the course of grace is unaltered. The river of God may sing with greater truth than the brook in the poem..."Men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever." How happy art thou, my soul, to be led beside such still waters! Never wander to other streams.
"No power...can divert the current of divine grace". This was good to read this morning and the many times I look over the Tigris river in the near future I will again be reminded that God is a river of consolation, a current of unaltered divine grace, a spring that does not dry up, faithful through drought, storm or harvest, abundant - not scanty; inexhaustible. How great to serve a God who is inexhaustible and full of grace and power! It makes going forth into the unknown easier knowing that upon this rock HE WILL BUILD HIS CHURCH!