22 January 2014

streams just nailed it.

Do you ever read Streams in the Desert? I do, and I have read it off and on for several years of my life. It always ministers to me, in a quiet and restful way. The past couple weeks it has been speaking every single day to me, but this morning it spoke clearer still: as if this was written particularly to me. Don't you love how the Lord does that? He so faithfully sends those "words in season to him who is weary." This devotional, which I have typed out for everyone's enjoyment and so that I do not easily forget it, tells the tale of the last year of my life, and how the Lord is taking me out of a long rest, in which He truly restored my soul, and is renewing once again the music within my heart. "For I know whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well." -a.

Streams in the Desert
January 22

"Into a desert place apart."  (Matthew 14:13)

"There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it." In our whole life-melody the music is broken off here and there by "rests," and we foolishly think we have come to the end of the tune. God sends a time of forced leisure, sickness, disappointed plans, frustrated efforts, and makes a sudden pause in the choral hymn of our lives; and we lament that our voices must be silent, and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of the Creator. How does the musician read the "rest"? See him beat the time with unvarying count, and catch up the next note true and steady, as if no breaking place had come between.

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the "rests." They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With the eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear. If we sadly say to ourselves, "There is no music in a 'rest'," let us not forget "there is the making of music in it." The making of music is often a slow and painful process in this life. How patiently God works to teach us! How long He waits for us to learn the lesson!  -Ruskin.

Called aside - 
From the glad working of thy busy life,
From the world's ceaseless stir of care and strife,
Into the shade and stillness by thy Heavenly Guide
For a brief space thou hast been called aside.

Called aside - 
Perhaps into a desert garden dim;
And yet not along, when thou hast been with Him,
And heard His voice in sweetest accents say:
'Child, wilt thou not with Me this still hour stay?'

Called aside - 
In hidden paths with Christ thy Lord to tread,
Deeper to drink at the sweet Fountainhead,
Closer in fellowship with Him to roam,
Nearer, perchance, to feel thy Heavenly Home.

Called aside -
Oh, knowledge deeper grows with Him alone;
In secret oft His deeper love is shown,
And learnt in many an hour of dark distress
Some rare, sweet lesson of His tenderness.

Called aside - 
We thank Thee for the stillness and the shade;
We thank Thee for the hidden paths Thy love hath made,
And, so that we have wept and watched with Thee,
We thank Thee for our dark Gethsemane.

Called aside - 
Oh, restful thought - He doeth all things well;
Oh, blessed sense, with Christ alone to dwell;
So in the shadow of Thy cross to hide,
We thank Thee, Lord, to have been called aside.

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