A Morning Soliloquy by A. SMITH

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 28, 1914

A Morning Soliloquy

By A. SMITH

A. SMITH

“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.” Ps. 139: 17.

WHEN I awake each morning, I should look upon the day before me as possibly my last one of life, and fill its precious moments with golden thoughts and deeds. My character is as a flower vase to be filled with roses and lilies from the garden of God’s love (Gal. 5: 22-24) or with Satan’s weeds from the fields of sin. Every pure thought, and word, and action, fragrant with the grace of humility in Christ, is the fruit of the Holy Spirit. Shall I then fill my vase today with these mementos of Eden? or shall I fill it with the devil’s weeds of unkind or impure words and deeds? Shall I make myself generally disagreeable and unkind to my associates, and self-conscious of guilt toward my God?—No, let me rather throw out the offensive weeds, cleanse my vase in the fountain for sin, and fill it with the life-giving water of the Holy Spirit.

I have not a moment to lose. When Christ comes, my character will be fixed beyond all change forever. The Holy Spirit will never place the seal of the living God upon the impure-minded man or woman, nor the jester or foolish talker, nor the lover of unholy amusements; for that would sanction such evil things in heaven.

“May my angel’s record, every closing day, Shine with love’s bright moments all the way.”