January 9 – A Love-Home
Hush earth’s desires that you miss not My Footfall. It brings the strength of a warrior and the eagerness of a Lover.
Let your heart thrill with the glad, “He comes.” Forsake all thought but the thought of Me as I enter. Soul-rest and heart-comfort I bring. Forget all else.
Let Me lift the burden from your shoulders, My burden, borne for you. Here in quiet, we will rest, while you are reinvigorated.
Poor dwelling, you feel, for the King of Kings. Yet I see your Home of Love as Love has made it. I come from locked doors, where youth is trying to live without Me; where old age, ever refusing to answer My pleading and knocking, now hears Me no more, and sits silent and alone.
Comfort Me, My children. Make of your hearts a Love-Home for the Man of Sorrows, still so often despised and rejected of men. Yet I would turn their sorrow into joy.