Morning

Mavellous lovingkindness.

-Psalm xvii 7

When we give our hearts with our alms, we give well, but we most often plead to a failure in this respect. Not so our Master and our Lord. His favours are always performed with the love of His heart. He does not send us the cold meat and the broken pieces from the table of His luxury, but he dips our morsel in His own dish, and seasons our provisions with the spices of His fragrant affections...

He will come into our houses upon His errands of kindness, and He will not act as some austere visitors do in the poor man's cottage, but He sits by our side, not despising our poverty, nor blaming our weakness.... If He had but given us farthings, the way of His giving would have gilded them; but as it is, the costly alms are set in a golden basket by His pleasant carriage... Not one hint that we are burdensome to Him;... but He rejoices in His mercy... while He is pouring out His love for us...

There is a sweetness in His honey-comb which could not be in it unless the very  essence of His soul's affection had been mingled with it... May we continually taste and know the blessedness of it!

-C.H. Spurgeon