Streams in the Desert September 6 Daily Devotional

Thou remainest (Heb. 1:11) .
There are always lone hearth-fires; so many! And those who sit
beside them, with the empty chair, cannot restrain the tears that
will come. One sits alone so much. There is some One unseen, just here within reach. But somehow we don't realize His presence.
Realizing is blessed, but-rare. It belongs to the mood, to the
feelings. It is dependent on weather conditions and bodily
conditions. The rain, the heavy fog outside, the poor sleep, the
twinging pain, these make one's mood so much, they seem to blur out
the realizing. But there is something a little higher up than
realizing. It is yet more blessed. It is independent of these outer conditions, It is something that abides. It is this: recognizing
that Presence unseen, so wondrous and quieting, so soothing and
calming and warming. Recognize His presence-the Master's own. He is here, close by; His presence is real. Recognizing will help

realizing, too, but it never depends on it Aye, more, immensely
more, the Truth is Presence, not a thing, a fact a statement Some One is present a warm-hearted Friend, an all powerful Lord. And this is the joyful truth for weeping hearts everywhere, whatever be the hand that has drawn the tears; by whatever stream it be that your weeping willow is planted.
--S. D. Gordon.
When from my life the old-time joys have vanished, Treasures once mine, I may no longer claim,
This truth may feed my hungry heart, and famished: Lord, THOU REMAINEST! THOU art still the same!
When streams have dried, those streams of glad refreshing-
Friendships so blest, so rich, so free;
When sun-kissed skies give place to clouds depressing, Lord, THOU REMAINEST! Still my heart hath THEE.
When strength hath failed, and feet, now worn and weary, On gladsome errands may no longer go,
Why should I sigh, or let the days be dreary?
Lord, THOU REMAINEST! Could'st Thou more bestow?
Thus through life's days-whoe'er or what may fail me, Friends, friendships, joys, in small or great degree,
Songs may be mine, no sadness need assail me,
Lord, THOU REMAINEST! Still my heart hath THEE. --J. Danson Smith.