I finished reading Get Out of That Pit by Beth Moore this morning. She closes her final chapter with these words from Charles Spurgeon, and they've spoken to my soul today.
He bids me "Rise up," and well He may, for I have long enough been lying among the pots of worldliness. He is risen, I am risen in Him, why then should I cleave unto the dust? From lower loves, desires, pursuits, and aspirations. I would rise towards Him ... But Lord, how can a stone rise, how can a lump of clay come away from the horrible pit? O raise me, draw me. They grace can do it. Send forth Thy Holy Spirit to kindle sacred flames of love in my heart, and I will conitnue to rise until I leave life and time behind me, and indeed come away.
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