I remember what a joy it was to reconnect with classmates from the Naval Academy that I hadn't seen in decades, let alone years. Thirty years before we'd all gone through an intense experience together that welded friendships. Time, careers and circumstances had separated us all. Somehow we reconnected and began to meet on occasion. The first sight and first words exchanged with my old friends were as sweet as honey. It was good to be reunited. I am thinking this morning of how the Lord must love it when we come to Him. He has gone through the most intense of experiences and then allowed us to participate, by faith, with Him. We are welded through that union into an eternal bond. Yet, somehow, we neglect the exercise of this hard-won relationship. How He must love it when we come to Him in conversation, through prayer, to share our hearts and express our love. This past weekend our daughter Meredith, who is carrying her third child, called and told us she feared she'd suffered a miscarriage. We dropped to our knees and talked earnestly with our Savior about this. We knew He is the only one who authors and sustains life. We also knew that there was nothing we could do to "fix" the problem or preserve that life ourselves. We also asked many friends to pray. Yesterday our hearts rejoiced to hear that the child lives and has a strong heartbeat. All is well. How He must love for us to come to Him and lay our hearts before Him. I hope we can do this much, much more!
John 7:37 On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, "If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink.