Heaven Land Devotions - He Strengthened Me With Strength In My Soul

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race is not a sprint, it is a Marathon. The longer you are
running the harder it gets. Yet we try to hard to hold onto
things in it, and yet they slip away from us if not now then
eventually.   


I remember reading Samuel Rutherford's book called "Letters." He
wrote from Antworth September 14, 1634, to a woman who was
grieving the loss of her husband after she had lost her child.
 She wrote to him in prison and this was his reply: 


"And I dare say that the hammering of you from your youth is only
to make you a carved stone in the high upper temple of the New
Jerusalem. Your Lord never thought this world's vain painted
glory a gift worthy of you; and therefore would not bestow it
upon you, because He is to provide you with a better portion.
 Let the movables go, the inheritance is yours. 


You are a child of the house, and joy is laid up for you; it is
long in coming, but not the worse for that. I am now expecting to
see, and that with joy and comfort, that which I hoped of you,
since I knew you fully; even that you have laid such strength
upon the Holy One of Israel that you defy troubles, and that your
soul is a castle that may be beseiged but cannot be taken.  


What have you to do here? The world never looked like a friend
upon you; you owe it little love; it looked ever sour-like upon
you: howbeit you should woo it, it will not match with you; and
therefore never seek warm fire under cold ice. This is not a
field where your happiness groweth; it is up above.  What
you could never get here you shall find there. And withal
consider how, in all these trials (and truly there have been
many), your Lord hath been loosing you at the root from perishing
things, and hunting after you to grip your soul. Madam, for the
Son of God's sake, let Him not miss His grip, but stay and abide
in the love of God....and may He be to you the God of all
consolations."  


I think this says it all....Shalom to you in the enduring love of
Jesus Christ.