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August 19, 2011

GOD STOP! (Savoring His observable presence) God , I thank you for mist!
I just saw this walking out into our lawn this morning:
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Can you see the rays of light through the mist? Like Holy ground. It remind me of that verse in Isaiah 44: 21 ....I have swept away your sins like the morning mists.
This was the devotional I read this morning. God confirming His presence in the day.
Spurgeon pg.458 "Morning and Evening"
"Isacc went out to meditate in the field as the eventide" (Genesis 24:63)
If those who spend so many hours in idle company, light reading, and useless pastimes could learn wisdom, they would find more interesting engagements in meditation than in the vanities which now have such charms for them. We would all know more, live nearer to God, and grow deeper in grace. Meditation chews the cud and extracts the real nutrition from the mental food gathered elsewhere (the Word).When Jesus is the theme, meditation is sweet indeed. In the field we have innumerable texts for thought. From the cedar to the hyssop, from the soaring eagle to the chirping grasshopper, from the blue expanse of heaven to a drop of dew, all things are full of teaching. When the eye is divinely opened, that teaching flashes on the mind far more vividly than from written books. 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. 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 (pause and slow down and give thanks) it will be well, dear reader, if you can spare an hour (or less) to walk in the field morning or evening. Let your heart go forth to meet Him.

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