Our heavenly Father often draws us with cords of love. Yet, how slow we are to run to Him! We barely respond to His gentle call. He invites us to trust Him more, but we haven't reached Abraham's level of faith. Instead, we worry like Martha, consumed with our own cares.

Our small faith leaves us empty, even though God promises to fill us. Can't we hear Him inviting us tonight, saying, "Come, my child. Trust me. The veil is torn; come into my presence and approach my throne of grace confidently.

I am worthy of your trust. Cast your cares on me. Shake off your worries and put on garments of joy." But still, we hesitate. He calls us to closer communion, yet we resist. We've lingered at the doorstep of God's house, declining the invitation to join the feast.

Jesus opens secret rooms to us, but we hold back. How cold our hearts can be! We are poor lovers of our Lord Jesus, unworthy even to serve Him, but He has made us His own, joined with Him by a glorious covenant.

This is love—love that won't be denied. If we ignore His gentle drawing, He may use hardship to bring us closer. He desires us near. What foolish children we are to resist love and bring upon ourselves His corrective hand!