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One of the most precious things about being an older Believer is the opportunity
to look back and recount the story behind each Ebenezer stone.
At fifty-six, I have been a Christian for twenty-eight years, and I can look back and
see how futile all the worry was.
I see now what was not humanly evident in the situation - my desperate struggle
ws not against the unfairness around me, but against submitting to The One who
called me in the first place.
I can see the value of freezing into almost breathless anticipation of His
deliverance. At the same time, I see the value of plodding on.
Through it all, I see He knew what He was doing, and after all, at the beginning,
He said He could be trusted.
One thing I know, even with lessons learned, as long as I am allowed to live here,
He wants me to move by faith, and faith alone.
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