‘Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen…’

(‘Loved With Everlasting Love’ by George Wade Robinson)

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There is an incredible transformation that takes place when God draws near, speaks and touches our lives, and there are no other times when are we more alive, real and true; He speaks and life is imparted.

We are apt to frequently wander from the simplicity in our pilgrimage of faith; our soul often becomes entangled with care and a distorted view of life. Even our view of God Himself can somewhat be warped; how we need to be daily cleansed and bathed by His presence. It is in such moments that all our misconceptions of our Lord and Saviour are radically altered; our perspectives are raised higher; our worries instantly banished; our fears disarmed, and our misconceptions of life are amazingly readjusted, that indeed, the colours we see and the sounds we hear are touched with a sense of heaven.

It is being with Him that makes all the difference – not so much by the changing of our circumstances; they remain the same – but inwardly we are lifted; our perceptions are transfigured, and our strength is renewed to walk the usual mundane paths without fainting; we can run and not grow weary, with – not from –  the situations our day may throw at us.

This is not finding inner peace or strength within – that is humanistic – but rather, encountering God’s grace (our securest place), Whose strength is perfectly exhibited in our weakness.

‘Thy presence can, without delay,
Drive all my numerous cares away,
As chaff before the wind;
Compose my thoughts to adore and love
Thee, as an object far above,
To Thee alone inclined.’

(‘Dear Jesus, Come, My Soul Doth Groan’ by William Williams )

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‘Show me Thy face! – I shall forget
The weary days of yore;
The fretting ghosts of vain regret
Shall haunt my soul no more;
All doubts and fears for future years
In quiet rest subside,
And nought but blest content and calm
Within my breast abide.’

(‘Show Me Thy Face! – One Transient Gleam’ – Anonymous)