He who delights in the possession of the Lord Jesus has all that heart can wish.
As for created things, they are like shallow and deceitful brooks;
they fail to supply our needs, much less our wishes.
"The bed" of earthly enjoyment is shorter than that a man can stretch
himself on it, and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it.
But in Jesus there is room for imagination's utmost stretch and widest range.
When Jesus is enjoyed, He puts a fullness into all other mercies--
His house is full when He is there;
and His guest chamber is full when He is master of the feast.
"The creature without Christ is an empty thing,
a lamp without oil, a bone without marrow".
But when Christ is present our cup runs over, and we eat bread to the full.
A dinner of herbs, when we have communion with Him,
is as rich a feast as a stalled ox;
and our narrow cot is as noble a mansion as the great house of the wealthy.
Go not abroad, you hungry wishes of my soul -
stay at home, and feast on Jesus.
For abroad you must starve, since all other beloveds are empty and
undesirable.
Stay with Christ, and eat that which is good and delight yourself in
fatness.
- Spurgeon, "The Soul Satisfied In Christ"