and had a dream. He saw a stairway erected on the earth with its top reaching to the heavens. The angels of God were going up and coming down it—Gen 28:12 NET
Think of that mystic ladder, which descends from the throne of God to the spot, however lowly, where you may be. It may be a moorland waste; a humble cottage; a ship’s cabin; a settler’s hut; a bed of pain; but Jesus Christ finds you out, and comes just where you are. The one pole of this ladder is the gold of His deity; the other is the silver of His manhood; the rungs are the series of events from the cradle of Bethlehem to the right hand of power, where He sits. That ladder sways beneath a weight of blessing for you. Oh, that you would send away your burdens of sin, and care, and fear, by the hands of the ascending angels of prayer and faith! so as to be able to receive into your heart the trooping angels of peace, and joy, and love, and glory. — F. B. Meyer.
Daily Quiet Time - October 11
Public domain content taken from Devotional for the Quiet Hour by D.L. Moody.