Peace comes when I release my cares to my Father.
What they want they take, any way they can get it. Where do they learn this? Some of them, sadly, from their parents.
I was certainly in a state! “Clogged with wishes.” I was wishing that my wishes were what God wished, and if my wishes were not what God wished, I wished that I could wish that my wishes would go away, but the wishes were still there.
If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.
Until the will and the affections are brought under the authority of Christ, we have not begun to understand, let alone to accept, His Lordship.
The bringing of our unruly wills and affections into order will cost us something.
It's my life, isn't it?
For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
If the hammer and nail could talk, their conversation might sound a little like this...
She walks beside the coursing stream Her mind well full of thoughts that seem To cloud her vision with their steam All but a dream, all but a dream...