Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there Your hand will lead me, And Your right hand will lay hold of me. If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, And the light around me will be night,”. Even the darkness is not dark to You, And the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You. (Psalms 139:7-12)

Can a wee baby of the tender weeks get away from the mother? No more can we get away from the loving, brooding presence of God. His unfailing love keeps in unbroken touch. Our very sitting down, our getting up—who would bother about such details of one’s common, everyday life? Nobody but a mother, or—God. His strong, warm hand is always close down over us. Let’s not try to get away, but to live in touch.

“The Bent Knee Time”Samuel D. Gordon