My dear one,
It was so good to come home early today, the final lesson of the day being canceled. To step into my clean apartment, kick off my shoes (note, you'll never find me wearing shoes inside my home), turn on some Rachmaninoff, and make some tea was a needed "breather." The beautiful flowers from my student still sit on my table, bringing some extra cheeriness to my small living room.
Lately I have been striving to fill my mind with thoughts of Christ, especially as I find myself unwittingly and increasingly attracted to a particular individual. Instead of "hoping against hope," I keep reminding myself that only Christ can truly satisfy. My stewings, schemings, pinings, and daydreamings will never give me contentment or resolve the deepest problems I face. Only my dear Saviour can still my heart, comfort my loneliness, quench my thirst, and grant peace to my soul. I sing the words to myself, over and over, "In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus. And when I am alone, give me Jesus. And when I come to die, give me Jesus. You may have all this world, give me Jesus" (two of my favorite renditions here and here).
I am re-reading a precious, precious book that I would strongly recommend to any Christian: Octavius Winslow's The Fullness of Christ. If I attempted to select a few favorite quotes from this work, I'd end up copying practically the entirety, but here is just one tiny gem for this afternoon:
"I
believe that no individual knows what true happiness or real joy is
until he knows Christ; and that no individual really enjoys God's
temporal blessings, the beauties of creation, the marvelous works of His
hands, until his spiritual eye has been opened; and then that
new-created soul sees more glory in the works of God, more beauty in
nature, more wonder in the marvelous operations
of God's hands, than the most profound philosopher with the film of
spiritual darkness still on his mental eye. The man who has not an eye, a
spiritual eye, to see the beauties of revelation, the glory of Christ,
and the kingdom of God, has a veil on his soul, and cannot trace,
admire, and adore the wisdom and power, goodness and beauty of God, even
in nature."
And so as I listen to beautiful piano music serenading my humble abode, smile at the gift of blooming flowers on my table, close my eyes and sip the soothing hot tea from my mug, I am reminded that God's greatest gift to me is Christ. That will always be a constant, no matter what other comforts, hopes, and enjoyments are removed or denied from my earthly life.
If my heart skips a beat when a certain someone smiles at me, how much more should I be affected by the knowledge that Christ looks at me with infinite tenderness and love! I may thrill to hear the musicality of a talented pianist, but more glorious is the sound of the Lord "rejoicing over me with singing" (Zeph. 3:17). I perhaps look for opportunities to talk to someone and get to know that person, but do I do the same with my Father who delights to show me more about Himself in His Word and who delights to hear my voice in earnest prayer to Him?
My dear one, don't look to me to satisfy your deepest needs. We both need Christ above all, and by seeking Him we both, separate yet together, will be pursuing the best He has to offer.
O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,
And found in Thee alone,
The peace, the joy I sought so long,
The bliss till now unknown.
Refrain:
Now none but Christ can satisfy,
None other name for me;
There's love, and life, and lasting joy,
Lord Jesus, found in Thee.
I sighed for rest and happiness,
I yearned for them, not Thee;
But while I passed my Saviour by,
His love laid hold on me.
I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
But ah! the waters failed!
E'en as I stooped to drink they'd fled,
And mocked me as I wailed.
The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
But never wept for Thee,
Till grace the sightless eyes received,
Thy loveliness to see.
(Frances Bevan)