God's Workmanship

January 18
Psalm 119:99
“…thy testimonies are my meditation.”

As I get out of bed early, and pray, and study the Scriptures, and consider the things of God, I begin to see a faint glow in the eastern sky. In a short while, I start to see the first brilliant rays of sunshine, with beautiful hues and varying shades, spreading like magnificent wings, fanning and pushing the edges of darkness. I start dreaming about boarding those flaming chariots of radiance and chasing the stars away at the speed of light, leaving behind my small space on earth, flying high above the continental divide and far beyond the distant seashore, passing even the most remote island, to the outermost reaches of the sea. What a dream! What joy! Then, my thoughts begin to settle upon the Giver of my place of solitude and tranquility. There, in the early morning, I take joy in His workmanship in creation, both the old, and the new. There, I realize that I am in need of nothing but His companionship. I earnestly bask in the perfections of His irresistible grace, praise Him in the magnificence of His grandeur, rejoice in the promise of the passing of the sufferings of this present time and the encumbrances of the flesh, and take an anticipated delight in “the glorious liberty of the children of God.” I am exceedingly glad, for here I can almost see my Savior having been “highly exalted,” and having every knee bow before His presence. This is almost like the place of promise, the mansion in the Father’s house, a place with no distractions but the manifold glories of Christ, one as bright and endless as the other, pleasantly assaulting my senses in an unending cascade of beauty. I thank the Lord that He has led me to this wistful site and others like it over the years, where my meditations of Him are sweet; and I am glad in the Lord that “his right hand shall hold me,” even here, and not let me get completely absorbed in the dream before the appointed time of its fulfillment.

Romans 8:21; Philippians 2:9; Psalm 139:10