The next thing to knowing that "we have found Him" is to find someone else, and say, "Come and see."--_Frances Ridley Havergal._ =February 24th.= _The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth; so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John iii. 8._ We know that the wind listeth to blow where there is a vacuum. If you find a tremendous rush of wind, you know that somewhere there is an empty space. I am perfectly sure about this fact: if we could expel all pride, vanity, self-righteousness, self-seeking, desire for applause, honor, and promotion--if by some divine power we should be utterly emptied of all that, the Spirit would come as a rushing mighty wind to fill us.--_A. J. Gordon._ =February 25th.= _Thy gentleness hath made me great. 2 Sam. xxii. 36._ The gentleness of Christ is the comeliest ornament that a Christian can wear.--_William Arnot._ =February 26th.= _Jacob went on his way, and the angels of God met him. Gen. xxxii. 1._ It is in the path where God has bade us walk that we shall find the angels around us. We may meet them, indeed, on paths of our own choosing, but it will be the sort of angel that Balaam met, with a sword in his hand, mighty and beautiful, but wrathful too; and we had better not front him! But the friendly helpers, the emissaries of God's love, the apostles of His grace, do not haunt the roads that we make for ourselves.--_Alex. McLaren._ =February 27th.= _I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by me. John xiv. 6._ Heaven often seems distant and unknown, but if He who made the road thither is our guide, we need not fear to lose the way. We do not want to see far ahead--only far enough to discern Him and trace His footsteps. . . . They who follow Christ, even through darkness, will surely reach the Father.--_Henry Van Dyke._ =February 28th.= _Forgetting those things which are behind . . . I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Phil. iii. 13, 14._ It is not by regretting what is irreparable that true work is to be done, but by making the best of what we are. It is not by complaining that we have not the right tools, but by using well the tools we have. What we are, and where we are, is God's providential arrangement--God's doing, though it may be man's misdoing. Life is a series of mistakes, and he is not the best Christian who makes the fewest false steps. He is the best who wins the most splendid victories by the retrieval of mistakes.--_F. W. Robertson._ [Illustration: MARCH] =March 1st.= _Come up in the morning . . . and present thyself unto me in the top of the mount. Ex. xxxiv. 2._ The morning is the time fixed for my meeting the Lord. This very word _morning_ is as a cluster of rich grapes. Let me crush them, and drink the sacred wine.