Spurgeon: July PM
* 07/01/PM
"The voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of
the day."
--Genesis 3:8
My soul, now that the cool of the day has come, retire awhile
and hearken to the voice of thy God. He is always ready to speak
with thee when thou art prepared to hear. If there be any
slowness to commune it is not on His part, but altogether on
thine own, for He stands at the door and knocks, and if His
people will but open He rejoices to enter. But in what state is
my heart, which is my Lord's garden? May I venture to hope that
it is well trimmed and watered, and is bringing forth fruit fit
for Him? If not, He will have much to reprove, but still I pray
Him to come unto me, for nothing can so certainly bring my heart
into a right condition as the presence of the Sun of
Righteousness, who brings healing in His wings. Come,
therefore, O Lord, my God, my soul invites Thee earnestly, and
waits for Thee eagerly. Come to me, O Jesus, my well-beloved,
and plant fresh flowers in my garden, such as I see blooming in
such perfection in Thy matchless character! Come, O my Father,
who art the Husbandman, and deal with me in Thy tenderness and
prudence! Come, O Holy Spirit, and bedew my whole nature, as the
herbs are now moistened with the evening dews. O that God would
speak to me. Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth! O that He
would walk with me; I am ready to give up my whole heart and
mind to Him, and every other thought is hushed. I am only
asking what He delights to give. I am sure that He will
condescend to have fellowship with me, for He has given me His
Holy Spirit to abide with me for ever. Sweet is the cool
twilight, when every star seems like the eye of heaven, and the
cool wind is as the breath of celestial love. My Father, my
elder Brother, my sweet Comforter, speak now in lovingkindness,
for Thou hast opened mine ear and I am not rebellious.