There is such an overabundance of things to speak of, to contemplate, to delve into with childlike vigor. But oh, where to even begin? I want to weep, I want to pour my heart out to a steady and unflinching friend, I just want to shoot up in effortless growth. It is evening; though truly it is much more of a dark and deep night kind of evening. There is a slick silence in the air. My heart has been crying all week, it has been reaching out towards the skies, thirsting for peace, for clarity, for those strong upholding arms of perfection. My mind holds sweet glimpses of untold wonder, of heaven's rays warming my ready soul. Jesus is so great, yet how easy it is to forget the simple but awesome fact of His glory, His depth of love, His perfection, His majesty! Why are we so incredibly blind? Lately, I have glimpsed the soft simplicity of coming to Christ as I child; no, as a mere babe, without ambition or anything to offer Him. "I am getting desperately afraid of going to heaven for I have had the vision of the shame I shall suffer as I get my first glimpse of the Lord Jesus; His majesty, power and marvelous love for me, who treated Him so meanly and shabbily on earth, and acted as though I did Him a favor in serving Him! Now wonder God shall have to wipe away the tears off all faces, for we shall be broken-hearted when we see the depth of His love and the shallowness of ours." --C.T. Studd