Death.

So real. So tangible. 

Every person will touch death.

Then what?

If not the Lord, nothing.

You will have everything but Him.

What death.

But for the believer...what death does is strip you of every temporary earthly thing and you are left with nothing but Jesus.

Yaweh.

Sweet Redeemer.

Wonderful Savior.

Triune God.

I will one day gaze upon the face of the God-Man who bought my life.

Took my place; on my cross.

Now we are one.

Forever.

My bridegroom and me.

Give me eternity.

I long for Jesus today.

Grind.

"There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech.  We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in His service.  We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them... 

"Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slower advances in the divine life?  Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word.  They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it.  From such folly deliver us, O Lord..."

- Charles H. Spurgeon