[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-1031":3},"OCTOBER 31\r\nLikewise also the Spirit helpeth our infirmities; for we know not\r\nwhat to pray for as we ought; but the Spirit itself maketh\r\nintercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit,\r\nbecause he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God (Romans 8.26,27).\r\nThis is the deep mystery of prayer. This is the delicate divine\r\nmechanism which words cannot interpret and which theology cannot explain, but which the humblest believer knows even when he does   not understand.\r\nOh, the burdens that we love to bear and cannot understand! Oh, the inarticulate out-reachings of our hearts for things we cannot\r\ncomprehend! And yet we know they are an echo from the throne and a\r\nwhisper from the heart of God. It is often a groan rather than a\r\nsong, a burden rather than a buoyant wing. But it is a blessed\r\nburden, and it is a groan whose undertone is praise and unutterable joy. It is \"a groaning which cannot be uttered.\" We could not\r\nourselves express it always, and sometimes we do not understand any more than that God is praying in us, for something that needs His\r\ntouch and that He understands.\r\nAnd so we can just pour out the fullness of our heart, the burden\r\nof our spirit the sorrow that crushes us, and know that He hears,\r\nHe loves, He understand, He receives; and He separates from our prayer all that is imperfect ignorant and wrong, and presents the\r\nrest, with the incense of the great High Priest, before the throne\r\non high; and our prayer is heard, accepted and in His name. --A. B. Simpson.\r\nIt is not necessary to be always speaking to God or always\r\nhearing from God, to have communion with Him; there is an\r\ninarticulate fellowship more sweet than words. The little child can    sit all day long beside its busy mother and, although few words are spoken on either side, and both are busy, the one at his absorbing play, the other at her engrossing work, yet both are in perfect\r\nfellowship. He knows that she is there, and she know that he is a right So the saint and the Saviour can go on for hours in the\r\nsilent fellowship of love, and he be busy about the most common\r\n\r\nthings, and yet conscious that every little thing he does is\r\ntouched with the complexion of His presence, and the sense of His approval and blessing.\r\nAnd then, when pressed with burdens and trouble too complicated to put into words and too mysterious to tell or understand, how sweet\r\nIt is to fall back into His blessed arms, and just sob out\r\nthe sorrow that we cannot speak! --Selected",1783499793993]