What a Friend indeed
I just thought that I would pass on a simple, yet magnificantly profound, truth that was a great source of enrichment to me spiritually today. Today during the worship service a woman sang "What a friend we have in Jesus". She sang the song with such convincing sincerity that I could hardly resist my tears.
I quickly found myself reflecting upon the reality that when I am "weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care" I have a gloriously real "precious Savior, [who is] still our refuge [and I can] take it to the Lord in prayer". I then wanted to scream to myself, "Adam!" "Why?" "Why do I not take it to the Lord in prayer?" For "In His arms he'll take and shield me-Take it to the Lord in prayer".
Again, I had to rebuke myself with the truth of, "O what peace I often forfeit, O what needless pain I bear, All because I do not carry EVERYTHING to God in prayer". I mean, "who will all my sorrows share? Jesus knows my every weakness-Take it to the Lord in prayer".
As this women sang to encourage the faint-hearted I found myself oddly refreshed while being altogether rebuked. So, it is I find with the merciful hand of God, He remembers our frame and that we are but dust (Ps. 103.10-14). Jesus my merciful Savior is also my truest friend. Praise be to God.
I quickly found myself reflecting upon the reality that when I am "weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care" I have a gloriously real "precious Savior, [who is] still our refuge [and I can] take it to the Lord in prayer". I then wanted to scream to myself, "Adam!" "Why?" "Why do I not take it to the Lord in prayer?" For "In His arms he'll take and shield me-Take it to the Lord in prayer".
Again, I had to rebuke myself with the truth of, "O what peace I often forfeit, O what needless pain I bear, All because I do not carry EVERYTHING to God in prayer". I mean, "who will all my sorrows share? Jesus knows my every weakness-Take it to the Lord in prayer".
As this women sang to encourage the faint-hearted I found myself oddly refreshed while being altogether rebuked. So, it is I find with the merciful hand of God, He remembers our frame and that we are but dust (Ps. 103.10-14). Jesus my merciful Savior is also my truest friend. Praise be to God.