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Come away

So good to be able to knock out so much work in a short period of time. Love. Depending on workflow, I may have Thursday off, or half days Wednesday and Thursday. Take the breaks when you can get them.

That said, also aware of the need—even the desire—for more discipline in my days. The midsections have a fair amount of structure, rhythm, and flow, but the beginnings and endings are untethered. I find myself tossed about without mooring, and it's doing lots of damage as well as inhibiting God's work in my life. I need to avail myself of the means of grace (prayer, worship, and Word) more regularly and deeply.

This morning's reading from Spurgeon captures this so beautifully:
"Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away."

—Song of Solomon 2:10

Lo, I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me! Fair weather is smiling upon the face of the earth, and He would not have me spiritually asleep while nature is all around me awaking from her winter's rest. He bids me "Rise up," and well He may, for I have long enough been lying among the pots of worldliness. He is risen, I am risen in Him, why then should I cleave unto the dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations, I would rise towards Him. He calls me by the sweet title of "My love," and counts me fair; this is a good argument for my rising. If He has thus exalted me, and thinks me thus comely, how can I linger in the tents of Kedar and find congenial associates among the sons of men? He bids me "Come away." Further and further from everything selfish, grovelling, worldly, sinful, He calls me; yea, from the outwardly religious world which knows Him not, and has no sympathy with the mystery of the higher life, He calls me. "Come away" has no harsh sound in it to my ear, for what is there to hold me in this wilderness of vanity and sin? O my Lord, would that I could come away, but I am taken among the thorns, and cannot escape from them as I would. I would, if it were possible, have neither eyes, nor ears, nor heart for sin. Thou callest me to Thyself by saying "Come away," and this is a melodious call indeed. To come to Thee is to come home from exile, to come to land out of the raging storm, to come to rest after long labour, to come to the goal of my desires and the summit of my wishes. But Lord, how can a stone rise, how can a lump of clay come away from the horrible pit? O raise me, draw me. Thy grace can do it. Send forth Thy Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in my heart, and I will continue to rise until I leave life and time behind me, and indeed come away.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (26 April, Morning: "Come Away!")

My lunch is delicious and I need to get back to it.

Comments

what's for lunch? :>
yes, i'm a broken record, but this is beautiful. maybe i'll stop saying that and you can just know it's pretty much always true.