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Through Baca’s Vale

July 28

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“But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.”
Psalm 141:8

The very cry is a pledge that the Lord will not leave the soul destitute. Strange though it be to us; it is the light that shows darkness; it is life that makes us feel deadness; no, more, it is fertility and fruitfulness that make us feel barrenness; it is riches that make us feel poverty; it is God’s teaching and presence that make us feel destitution. This very mourning over our barrenness; this very feeling of our inability to do good, is a proof of the life of God in the soul, an evidence of the work of grace in the heart.

“Leave not my soul destitute.” This is something genuine; this is heart-work; these are the footsteps of the flock; these are the leadings and teachings of God the Spirit in the hearts of the redeemed. These things are saving; these things will lead the soul to eternal glory. And he that knows any of these things by personal experience will one day see the glory of the Lord face to face.

What do we, then, know of these things? Can we lay our experience side by side with this experience of the Psalmist, and say, “My eyes are unto You, O God the Lord; in You is my trust; leave not my soul destitute?” Wherever that prayer is, it will bring an answer; and wherever that answer is, there will be matter for everlasting praise. Blessed are the souls that know these things from genuine heartfelt experience. They will shine forth as stars forever and ever; and when the Lord of life and glory comes a second time without sin unto salvation, then shall they also appear with Him in glory.

To the reader…

Are you mourning, reader, over your barrenness, your deadness, and your inability to do good? Do you feel as though in the dark, forsaken and poor? However strange it may seem to you: it is the light that shows the darkness, and the life that makes you feel the deadness. A dead soul does not mourn; such mourning is a proof of the work of grace in the heart.

Lay your experience, then, beside that of the psalmist and say with him, “Mine eyes are unto Thee, O God the Lord: in Thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.” These are the footsteps of the flock. Where such a prayer is wrought in the heart, the answer will not fail to come, and where the answer comes, there will be matter for everlasting praise. The Lord will not forsake the needy soul.

With warm regards,
The compilers of jcphilpot.nl