drinking tea and reading spurgeon

I led my first legit prayer group today. I was so nervous. I hate public speaking. I can't formulate my thoughts articulately. I felt very inept. Yet, my girls seemed to understand. Therefore the only thing I can say is the Lord Almighty is faithful. I love it when: I know he brought me through-yet I still made enough mistakes to keep me humble.

As for the night as a whole---God is Faithful. He has done great things. Praise be to God.

Another year has begun-and with it, another effort to update the blog. So many things have changed this year. I am not a lover of change-especially when it nudges me quite forcefully out of the comfort zone I enjoyed so immensely. I have a choice-to hold on, and miss out, or to embrace where I am at this given time, and realize God's plan is perfect. Have Faith.

Another conviction came in the way of Spurgeon.

Genesis 24:63 "Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the eventide."-

Very admirable was his occupation.

 If those who spend so many hours in idle company, light reading, and useless pastimes, could learn wisdom, they would find more profitable society and more intersting engagements in meditation than in the vanities which now have such charms over them. We should all know more, live nearer to God, and grow in grace, if we were more alone. Meditation chews the cud and extracts the real nutriment from the mental food gathered elsewhere. When Jesus is the theme, meditation is sweet indeed. Isaac found REbecca while engaged in private musings; many others have found their best beloved there.

Very admirable was the choice place.

In the field we have a study hung round with texts fro thought. From the cedar to the hyssop, from the soaring eagle down to the chirping grasshopper, from teh blue expanse of heaven to a drop of dw, all things are full of teaching, and when the eye is divinely opened, that teaching flases upon the mind far more vividly than from written books. Our little rooms are neither so healthy, so suggestive, so agreeable, or so inspiring as the fields. Let us count nothing common or unclean. but feel that all created things point to their maker, and the field will at once be hallowed.

Very Admirable was the season.

The season of sunset as it draws a veil over the day, befits that repose of the sould when earthborn cares yield to the joys of heavenly communion. The glory of the setting sun excites our wonder, and the solemnity of approaching night awakens our awe. If the business of this day will permit it, it will be well, dear reader, if you can spare an hour to walk in the field at eventide, but if not, the Lord is in the town too, and will meet with thee in thy chamber or in the crowded street. Let thy heart go forth to meet Him. 

Being Quiet. Being Alone. Being still. Not so popular in our culture-which explains why the struggle is present to act on this discipline of meditation. Yet the benefits are innumerable. Convicting.