These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might he full.
John xv. ii.
Thou bringest all again; with Thee
Is light, is space, is breadth and room
For each thing fair, beloved, and free.
To have its hour of life and bloom.
Each heart’s deep instinct unconfessed
Each lowly wish, each daring claim;
All, all that life hath long repressed.
Unfolds, undreading blight or blame.
LET us offer up to Him each day, and all its occupations, yes, and all its relaxations— as it begins, — and beg Him to let us somehow “see” Him throughout it. Let us trust Him with the hallowing of our ordinary “secular” interests, let us try to shape each day’s life so as best to please Him. “Would our Lord like me to say this or to read that? Would He sanction this train of thought or of fancy? When I go with that companion, can I imagine His drawing near and walking beside us?” This habitual “looking up to Jesus,” this repeated reference to His will and pleasure — does it seem to us likely to be oppressive, restrictive, burdensome? Let us only try it, and judge for ourselves: it will turn out to be a source of peace and comfort indescribable.