Anything's Possibleby Gary Chapman from Shelter 1994Some will look out at the ocean. But never set foot past the shore. While others set sail, and never look back And go where no man's gone before. Some people look at the mountain. And the fear of its shadows in their minds. While others look up, and chart out their course And slowly they start their long climb. Anything's possible, if you believe. Anything's possible, that can be seen. Once you get past, the things in your heart That cloud what is good and true. Anything's possible, if you have faith. Just keep your head up, and stay in the race. Others before, have known this is true. And now it's time for you. To know that anything's possible too. Some people hear of the battles. Walk the first road of retreat. While others will run, to find the front line. And never give thought of defeat. Everyone looks in the mirror. Then stares at the core of their soul. We all have the choice, to get lost in fear Or gather the faith to let go. |
The Ant and Contact LensBrenda wanted to learn rock climbing. Although she was somewhat fearful, she made plans with several others to scale a challenging cliff of rock. Arriving at the base, she put on the gear, took hold of the rope, and began climbing up the face of the rock. After pulling her way up for some time, she came to a ledge where she could take a well-deserved breather. Then it happened: as she was resting, someone above made a mistake and snapped the rope against Brenda's eye and knocked out her contact lens. Now, contact lenses are tiny and almost impossible to find. Her predicament was troublesome, as she was high on a rock ledge somewhere between heaven and earth. She searched again, hoping that she would find the contact lens. Brenda was far from home, stationed on the side of a cliff, and her sight was blurry. With hope diminishing that she would be able to locate the lens, she prayed that the Lord would come to her aid. Her only other hope was that, perhaps, when she got to the top of the cliff, one of the other girls might be able to find her contact lens in the corner of her eye. Once at the tope, a friend examined her eye. There was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, waiting for the others to come up the face of the cliff. While waiting, she looked out over range after range of mountains, thinking of the Bible verse that says, "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth." She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every single stone and leaf that's on those mountains and You know exactly where my contact lens is." Finally, the time came to go back down the cliff. On the descent, a new party of rock climbers was coming up. Suddenly, a girl stopped on the face of the cliff and shouted, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?" The fact that she had found the tiny contact lens was startling in itself. But how she found it was all the more startling: an ant was carrying the contact lens, moving slowly across the face of the rock in plain view. What does this tell you about the God of the universe? Is He in charge of the tiniest things? Do ants matter to Him? Of course they do. He made them. He designed them. As it so happened, Brenda's father was a cartoonist. Upon hearing the incredible story, he drew a picture of the ant lugging the contact lens with the words: "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You." Truly, the Lord is in charge of the ants; how much more do you think He cares about you and I? Solomon was right: one could learn a valuable lesson from the ant-trust in God. We should probably all say a little more often, "God, I don't know why you want me to carry this load. I see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. Still, if you want me to carry it for You, I will." |
Strength- by Ralph Marston
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Even those who are highly skilled,
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