Strength for the journey

I like to read. No scratch that. i love to read. its not uncommon for me to have several books going on at once. in the mornings i love to make a cup of coffee and settle in the quiet and read and wake up slowly. in my morning reading time i read a book called “streams in the desert” by mrs. charles cowman. it never ceases to amaze me that the reading for that day seems to be about just what i am going through. todays selection was no different. it really touched me so i would like to share it with way led up a hill, and right at the foot i saw a boy on a bicycle.  he was pedaling up hill against the wind, and evidently found it tremendously hard work. just as he was working most strenuously and doing his best painfully, there came a trolley car going in the same direction up the was not going too fast for the boy to get behind it  and with one hand to lay hold of the bar at the back. then you know what happened.he went up that hill like a bird then it flashed upon me. “why i am like that boy on the bicycle in my weariness and weakness. i am pedaling uphill against all kinds of opposition and am almost worn out with the task. but here at hand is a great available power, the strength of the lord jesus. i have only to get in touch with him and to maintain communication with him  though it may only be one finger of faith  and that will be enough to make his power mine for the doing of this bit of service that just now seems too much for me. ” and i was helped to dismiss my weariness and to realize this truth.  the life of fuller purpose. ” not by might, nor by power,but by my spirit sais the lord.  zech. 4:6


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