the mountain. (Exodus 34:2)
The “morning” is the time I have set to meet with the Lord.
“Morning”—the very word itself is like a cluster of luscious grapes
to crush into sacred wine for me to drink. In the morning! This
is when God wants me at my best in strength and hope so that I
may begin my daily climb, not in weakness but in strength. Last
night I buried yesterday’s fatigue, and this morning I took on a
new supply of energy. Blessed is the day when the morning is
sanctified—set apart to God! Successful is the day when the first
victory is won in prayer! Holy is the day when the dawn finds me
on the mountaintop with God!
Dear Father, I am coming to meet with You. Nothing on the
common, everyday plain of life will keep me away from Your
holy heights. At Your calling I come, so I have the assurance
that You will meet with me. Each morning begun so well on
the mountain will make me strong and glad the rest of the day!
Still, still with You, when the purple morning breaks,
When the birds awake, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.
Alone with You, amid the misty shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with You in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
As in a sunrise o’er a waveless ocean,
The image of the morning star does rest,
So in this stillness,You discerning only
Your image in the waters of my breast.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eyes look up to You in prayer;
Sweet the repose, beneath Your wings o’ershadowing,
But sweeter still to wake and find You there.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
My mother made it a habit every day, immediately after
breakfast, to spend an hour in her room, reading the Bible,meditating
over it, and praying to the Lord.That hour was like a
blessed fountain from which she drew the strength and sweetness
that prepared her to complete all her tasks. It also enabled
her to maintain a genuine peacefulness in spite of the normal
trying worries and pettiness that so often accompany life in a
As I think of her life and all that she had to endure, I see
the absolute triumph of the grace of God in the ideal Christian
lady. She was such a lovely person that I never saw her lose
her temper or speak even one word in anger. I never heard her
participate in idle gossip or make a disparaging remark about
another person. In fact, I never saw in her even the hint of an
emotion unbecoming to someone who had drunk from “the
river of the water of life” (Rev. 22:1) and who had eaten of
“the living bread that came down from heaven” (John 6:51).
Frederick William Farrar
Give God the fresh blossom of the day. Never make Him
wait until the petals have faded.