Dear Jesus

Look for a star of guidance in your life, and be willing to follow wherever I lead. I am the Light from on high that dawns upon you, to guide your feet into the way of Peace.

Dear Jesus,

I so long to walk in the way of Peace, and I believe that You are the only Way. I ask that Your Light may shine upon me more and more. I continually need the Light of Your Presence, because I live in a cold, dark world. I desire Your radiant Presence not only for warmth but also for guidance. Please lead me along the path of Peace.

Beloved, My Presence radiates Light that helps you find the way of Peace. My Word enlightens your mind and heart, empowering you to stay on the right path. As you read Scripture, look for a star of guidance. Ask My Spirit to illumine those words to your seeking heart. They are words of Life!

Remember that I am your Shepherd. To walk in the way of Peace, you must follow Me wholeheartedly. If you drift even slightly from following My lead, you are at risk. For a while you will still be able to see Me, as you go your own way “just a bit.” Eventually, however, you will lose sight of Me altogether. Veering even a few degrees off course will ultimately take you far from Me. With your feet no longer on the path of Peace, you will find yourself becoming increasingly anxious. The most important thing at this point is to realize you have lost your way. If you are humble enough, you can call out to Me for help. I am near to all who call on Me. I will hear your cry and save you, leading you back to the way of Peace.

 A Light from on high will dawn upon us and visit [us], To shine upon and give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to direct and guide our feet in a straight line into the way of peace.

Luke 1:78–79 AMP

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6 Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

Psalm 119:105

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them.

Psalm 145:18–19

~ Sarah Young ~

Strength Today

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself to have attained this. Instead I am single-minded: Forgetting the things that are behind and reaching out for the things that are ahead, with this goal in mind, I strive toward the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

– Phil 3:13-14 NET

Yet I argue not
Against Heaven’s hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.


It is not by regretting what is irreparable that true work is to be done, but by making the best of what we are. It is not by complaining that we have not the right tools, but by using well the tools we have. What we are, and where we are, is God’s providential arrangement,—God’s doing, though it may be man’s misdoing; and the manly and the wise way is to look your disadvantages in the face, and see what can be made out of them. Life, like war, is a series of mistakes, and he is not the best Christian nor the best general who makes the fewest false steps. He is the best who wins the most splendid victories by the retrieval of mistakes. Forget mistakes; organize victory out of mistakes.


~ Mary Tileston ~

Streams in The Desert

It was “very early in the morning” (Luke 24:1), “while it was still dark” (John 20:1), that Jesus rose from the dead. Only the morning star, not the sun, shone down upon his tomb as it opened … And it will be during the darkness of the early morning, while only the morning star is shining, that Christ’s body—his church—will arise … the saints will disturb no one, and the world will not hear the voice that summons them …

To each will come the life-giving words, “Those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy” (Isaiah 26:19). Into their graves the earliest ray of glory will find its way. The saints will soak up the first light of morning, while the clouds of the eastern sky will give only the faintest hints of the uprising. The gentle fragrance of the morning, along with its soothing stillness, invigorating freshness, sweet loneliness and quiet purity—all so solemn and yet so full of hope—will be theirs.

Oh, how great the contrast between these blessings and the dark night through which they have just passed! Oh, how great the contrast between these blessings and the graves from which they have been freed! They will shake off the dirt of earth that once held them, flinging mortality aside, and will rise with glorified bodies “to meet the Lord in the air” (1 Thessalonians 4:17). The light of “the bright Morning Star” (Revelation 22:16) will guide them upward along a brand-new path. The beams of that star of the morning will, like the star of Bethlehem, direct them to the presence of the King. “Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5).

—Horatius Bonar

While the hosts cry Hosanna, from heaven descending,

With glorified saints and the angels attending,

With grace on his brow, like a halo of glory,

Will Jesus receive his own.

“‘Yes, I am coming soon.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus” (Revelation 22:20).


For all flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass; the grass withers and the flower falls off, but the word of the Lord endures forever. And this is the word that was proclaimed to you. – 1 Pet 1:24-25 NET

All flesh, and everything that springs from the flesh, and is connected with the flesh, is as grass, which, for a time, looks green and flourishing, but touched with the mower’s scythe, or scorched by the midday sun, soon withers and fades away. Such is all flesh, without exception, from the highest to the lowest. As in nature, some grass grows thicker and longer than others; and makes, for a while, a brighter show, yet the scythe makes no distinction between the light crop and the heavy—so the scythe of death mows down with equal sweep the rich and the poor, and lays in one common grave all the children of men.

You have seen sometimes in the early spring the grass in flower, and you have noticed those little yellowish “anthers,” as they are termed, which tremble at every breeze. This is “the flower of grass;” and though so inconspicuous as almost to escape observation, yet as much its flower as the tulip or the rose is the flower of the plant which bears each. Now, as the grass withers, so the flower thereof falls away. It never had, at its best state, much permanency or strength of endurance, for it hung as by a thread, and it required but a little gust of wind to blow it away, and make it as though it never had been. Such is all the pride of the flesh, and all the glory of man.

But is there nothing that endures amid all that thus withers and falls away? Yes, the word of the Lord. “And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.” Now, the same gospel which was preached by the Apostles is preached unto us in the word of truth which we have in our hands; and if we have received that gospel into a believing heart, we have received for ourselves that word of the Lord which endures forever. And thus, though all our own flesh is as grass, and all in which we might naturally glory is but as the flower of grass, and though this grass must wither in death, and the flower thereof shall fall away, when the place which now knows us, shall know us no more, yet we have an enduring substance in the gospel of the grace of God, and, so far as we have received that gospel, and known it to be the power of God unto salvation, when our earthly house of this tabernacle is dissolved, we have a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

~ J.C. Philpot ~