Week Forty-Seven - Morning Dreams

Do you ever wake up in meditation? I sometimes do. A while back, I woke up meditating on the universe and how small I am by comparison. God controls the universe, every star, every dust particle, every dark planet, and my puny frame. Every raindrop has a purpose. Every microorganism and cell in our body works according to His purpose and design. He is attentive to every detail. 

Praise welled up in my heart as I felt His love for me and marveled at God's greatness—to think that He looks upon me with love and tender care. Not a word or thought passes without His notice. What precious and humbling thoughts opened my day.

Then, I went to my study, and God directed my thoughts further as I read Spurgeon's devotion. He wrote,

"Some things in nature must remain a mystery to the most intelligent and enterprising investigators. Human knowledge has bounds beyond which it cannot go. Universal knowledge is for God alone. If this is true concerning things which are seen and temporal, I may rest assured that it is even more true for matters spiritual and eternal. Why then, have I been torturing my brain with speculations as to destiny and will, fixed fate and human responsibility? These deep and dark truths I am no more able to comprehend than to find out the depth which lurks below, from which the old ocean draws her watery stores."

He contemplates why the human mind is so curious about the Lord's providence, action, and design and then arrives at my morning's thoughts.

"Shall I ever be able to clasp the sun in my fist, and hold the universe in my palm? Yet these are just a drop in the bucket compared with the Lord my God."

Humility becomes the position of the child who yields to the greatness of such a Father. We cannot fathom the least of God, but we are a part of Him. There is no need to waste our energy on figuring; instead, we can rest our thoughts on His greatness. "Let me not strive to understand the infinite but spend my strength in love. What I can't gain by intellect I can possess by affection, and let that satisfy me," Spurgeon continued.

"Solving deep mysteries do me no single bit of good, for the least love for God and the simplest act of obedience to Him, are better than the profoundest knowlege. My Lord, I leave the infinite to You, and pray that You put far from me such a love for the tree of knowledge as might keep me from the tree of life."

I walked into my day in agreement, covered in God's love and assured of His greatness and omnipotence.