Our dear Lord listens to the prayer that goes not out of feigned lips, and it is written for our comfort that He causes those who love Him to inherit substance, the wonderful "substance" that is "grace instead of grace," the personal gift of His fullness. This grace is no mere "impersonal substance," but God working in us, the Lord in action in our very springs of thought and will. God is Love; so, for us, Love is the blessed "Substance" that the children of the Father are caused to inherit.
It is the river's word again. The empty riverbed "inherits" the water that pours through it from the heights; it does not create that water, it only receives it, and its treasuries are filled, its pools overflow for the blessing and refreshment of the land. It is so with us: our treasuries of time, our years with all their months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, are filled with the flowing treasure of love that we may help others. Who could have thought of such joy for us but He whose name is Love? Now unto Him that is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto Him be glory.