[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0906":3},"SEPTEMBER 6 \nThou remainest (Heb. 1:11) .\r\nThere are always lone hearth-fires; so many! And those who sit\r\nbeside them, with the empty chair, cannot restrain the tears that\r\nwill come. One sits alone so much. There is some One unseen, just here within reach. But somehow we don't realize His presence.\r\nRealizing is blessed, but-rare. It belongs to the mood, to the\r\nfeelings. It is dependent on weather conditions and bodily\r\nconditions. The rain, the heavy fog outside, the poor sleep, the\r\ntwinging pain, these make one's mood so much, they seem to blur out\r\nthe realizing. But there is something a little higher up than\r\nrealizing. It is yet more blessed. It is independent of these outer conditions, It is something that abides. It is this: recognizing\r\nthat Presence unseen, so wondrous and quieting, so soothing and\r\ncalming and warming. Recognize His presence-the Master's own. He is here, close by; His presence is real. Recognizing will help\r\n\r\nrealizing, too, but it never depends on it Aye, more, immensely\r\nmore, 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.\r\n--S. D. Gordon.\r\nWhen from my life the old-time joys have vanished, Treasures once mine, I may no longer claim,\r\nThis truth may feed my hungry heart, and famished: Lord, THOU REMAINEST! THOU art still the same!\r\nWhen streams have dried, those streams of glad refreshing-\r\nFriendships so blest, so rich, so free;\r\nWhen sun-kissed skies give place to clouds depressing, Lord, THOU REMAINEST! Still my heart hath THEE.\r\nWhen strength hath failed, and feet, now worn and weary, On gladsome errands may no longer go,\r\nWhy should I sigh, or let the days be dreary?\r\nLord, THOU REMAINEST! Could'st Thou more bestow?\r\nThus through life's days-whoe'er or what may fail me, Friends, friendships, joys, in small or great degree,\r\nSongs may be mine, no sadness need assail me,\r\nLord, THOU REMAINEST! Still my heart hath THEE. --J. Danson Smith.",1783499793827]