Dear Jesus...how foolish of me to have called for human help when You are here.
Dear Jesus...how foolish of me to have called for human help when You are here.
Do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.
God's viewpoint is sometimes different from ours - so different that we could not even guess at it unless He had given us a Book which tells us such things....In the Bible I learn that God values us not for our strenght or our brains but simply because He has made us.
How often it is a small, almost unconscious event that makes a turning point.
If God has shown us bad times ahead, it's enough for me that He knows about them. That's why He sometimes shows us things, you know - to tell us that this too is in His hands.
If the Gospels were truly the pattern of God's activity, then defeat was only the beginning.
In darkness God's truth shines most clear.
Love is larger than the walls which shut it in.
Mama's love had always been the kind that acted itself out with soup pot and sewing basket. But now that these things were taken away, the love seemed as whole as before. She sat in her chair at the window and loved us. She loved the people she saw in the street-- and beyond: her love took in the city, the land of Holland, the world. And so I learned that love is larger than the walls which shut it in.
Oh, this was the great ploy of Satan in that kingdom of his: to display such blatant evil one could almost believe one's own secret sin didn't matter.
Perhaps only when human effort had done it's best and failed, would God's power alone be free to work.
Some knowledge is too heavy...you cannot bear it...your Father will carry it until you are able.
All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls-only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.
Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.
And for all these people alike, the key to healing turned out to be the same. Each had a hurt he had to forgive.
This is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see.
And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things too. Don't run out ahead of Him.
Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.
And so I learned that love is larger than the walls that shut it in
Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way . . . God can give us the perfect way.
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