The Motherly God

Friday. Ps. 139: 1-12.

Can a wee baby of the tender weeks get away from the mother? No more can we get away from the loving, brooding presence of God. His unfaiHng love keeps in unbroken touch. Our very sitting down, our getting up — who would bother about such details of one’s common, everyday life? Nobody but a mother, or — God. His strong, warm hand is always close down over us. Let’s not try to get away, but to live in touch.

Open in the reader The Bent-Knee Time

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