Rest in the Bosom of God – Charles Spurgeon

HAVE you never seen a little child that has lost its way crying in the streets for “Mother”? Now, you shall give that child what you will, but it will not stay its crying for “Mother.” It has lost her, and cannot be content. Take the little wanderer into your house, show it many toys, give it many sweetmeats, but all are of no avail, it wants “Mother,” and its little heart will burst unless it finds her. Now, just show the little one its mother, let it fly into her bosom, and what more does it want? How perfectly content it is to be there! So have I felt, that if I might but sob myself to sleep on the bosom of my dear God, if I must have all else taken away from me, if so it should please him, if I could but be with him, no other desire or longing could ever cross my soul. I know it is so with all the family of the Lord our God; their love to him makes his presence their all in all.