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“Thou art near.” Help us remember this.

“Thou art near; yes, Lord, I feel it, . . .

Oh, but we don’t feel Him near at times. So, we keep reading as if reaching for the lifeguard’s rescue buoy.

“Thou art near where’er I move, And though sense would fain conceal it, Faith oft whispers it to love.

When our mind swirls with thoughts that pull us down, devotions to God, hymns, spiritual songs, and Scripture act as a lifeguard that has put out a float.

This poem was found in my Spurgeon’s Devotional Bible. The reading on page 256 was highlighted with Scripture: “Thou shalt guide me with they counsel.”

The devotional of 1 Samuel 23 tells of David, banished from worship, persecuted in his own country, with King Saul of Israel out to kill him. But enemies of his homeland came to invade. Should he fight and protect the people?

“David enquired of the LORD.” 1 Samuel 23:2, “And the LORD said unto David, Go, and smite the Philistines, and save Keilah.”

His men were afraid.

“Then David enquired of the LORD yet again. And the LORD answered him and said, Arise, go down to Keilah; for I will deliver the Philistines into thine hand” 1 Samueal 23:4.

Who did David listen to? The fearful men or the LORD? David turned to God for his direction.

Today, we all need counsel from the Lord, but the voice of men is loud. Will we pray? Will we be still to listen. Each of these are doing hard things!

“Dear Lord, guide us with Your counsel. Help us through the darkness of this day. Enlighten our path, show us Your way!”

As Holy comfort, this old poem sings:

Then, my soul, since God doth love thee, Faint not, droop not, do not fear; Though his heaven is high above thee, He himself is ever near!”

He will hear the prayers of His people. He will answer. Do we know the Lord? His character, His name? We’re as sheep, we forget so quickly. We need old phrases to call faith back again:

Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art;
That, that alone, can be my soul’s true rest;
Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart,
And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.

It is Thy perfect love that casts out fear;
I know the voice that speaks the It is I,
And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer
I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly. By the Lord’s Love by Horatius Bonar (1808-1889).

Let’s promise ourselves to make God’s Word well known. That we might rise above anything that comes to steal His peace from our hearts and minds.

Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail;

But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever Psalm 73:25,26.

May a prayer written over a hundred years ago be fresh on our lips today:

’Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and God,
That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song;
Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, my rod;
Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.

More of Thyself, Oh, show me, hour by hour;
More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord;
More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power;
More of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.

In Jesus’ name. Amen, and amen.

Who is praying with me?

Casting cares with worship and praise

“Please pray…!””Please pray…!” So many requests come our way,
and our heart says, “Yes, I will pray, I will pray, now and today- that God will move, that God will comfort, that God will be all that He IS to you. He is a very present help in times of trouble, so we ask Him, “Dear Lord be all that You are!”
And He says, “I AM.” “Be Still.”
So, I stop and read some poems written long ago, as my heart today feels so heavy-and my mind just can’t focus- but the words help me pray- I then cast all my cares upon You:
“God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect His ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.” 
“When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee: So swift is prayer to reach the sky; So near is God to me.”
“In Thee, most holy, just and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.” (Poem by CH Spurgeon).
How I can see your face so much clearer, tis true, when I repeat the words that have been written about You:
“Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus I come. Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my sickness, into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth. Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee.” (Jesus, I Come by William T. Sleeper).
“Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come. Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus, I come to Thee….
...Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm. Out of distress to jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee.” (Jesus, I Come by William T. Sleeper).
Praying with spiritual poems and hymns, and the word of God increases faith:
“When I am afraid I will trust in You. In God, Who’s word I praise. In God I trust.”(Psalm 56:3,4).
“I bow towards thy mercy-seat: Haste, Lord, thy servant haste to meet, To thee, addressed, my sorrows rise; Lord, bend thine ear, accept my cries.”
“O let my prayer before thee come, Sweet as the censer’s fragrant fume; And may the hands, which thus I rear, An evening sacrifice appear!” (poem by C.H. Spurgeon).
“O lead me to the Rock That’s high above my head! And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. Within they presence, Lord, For ever I’ll abide: Thou art the tower of my defense, The refuge where I hide.” (Poem by C.H. Spurgeon).
“A shade by day, defense by night, A shelter in the time of storm; No fears alarm, no foes affright, A shelter in the time of storm. O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, weary land, a weary land. O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land; A Shelter in the time of storm.” (Hymn by Vernon J. Charlesworth, 1880).
Words written so long ago, for me today…that I might pray.

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