Curtains

The drapes have been drawn around my heart lately. That's what it feels like when I struggle with myself in not-so-pretty ways. Shutting others out; keeping everything in. Sometimes I feel as though I have sheer drapes hanging--some kind of guarded transparency. Who can I be real with? Who knows me for who I really am? Is there anyone who sees the Grace through all the griminess? Then I look to the Word, and I remember, once again, that His name is Jesus. I find the curtain not only torn altogether, but unnecessary in the temple of my heart. All the distance and formality created by my self-sufficiency is no longer there, as Christ Himself has made it possible for me to enter into the presence of a Holy God--no veil, no curtain, no guise. Thanks, Lord.

Scripture is a never-failing treasury filled with boundless stores of grace. It is the bank of heaven; you may draw from it as much as you please, without let or hinderance. Come in faith and you are welcome to all covenant blessings. There is not a promise in the Word which shall be withheld. In the depths of tribulations let this freedom comfort you; amidst waves of distress let it cheer you; when sorrows surround thee let it be thy solace. This is thy Father's love-token; thou art free to it at all times. Thou art also free to the throne of grace. It is the believer's privilege to have access at all times to his heavenly Father. Whatever our desires, our difficulties, our wants, we are at liberty to spread all before Him."

--Charles Spurgeon, Morning & Evening