Joy and Strength 05/05

My soul is also sore vexed; but Thou, O Lord, how long? Return, O Lord, deliver my soul; oh, save me for Thy mercies’ sake.
Ps. vi. 3, 4.

I LAY my head upon Thy infinite heart,
I hide beneath the shelter of Thy wing;
Pursued and tempted, helpless, I must cling
To Thee, my Father j bid me not depart.
For sin and death pursue, and Life is where Thou art!
Anonymous.

ACCUSTOM yourself to commune with God, not with thoughts deliberately formed to be expressed at a certain time, but with the feelings with which your heart is filled. If you enjoy His presence, and feel drawn by the attraction of His love, tell Him that you delight in Him, that you are happy in loving Him, and that He is very good to inspire so much affection in a heart so unworthy of His love. But what shall you say in seasons of dryness, coldness, weariness? Still say what you have in your heart. Tell God that you no longer find His love within you, that you feel a terrible void, that He wearies you, that His presence does not move you. Say to Him, “O God, look upon my ingratitude, my inconstancy, my unfaithfulness. Take my heart, for I cannot give it; and, when Thou hast it, oh, keep it, for I cannot keep it for Thee; and save me in spite of myself.”
Francois de la Mothe Fenelon.

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