a morning muse

If God’s part were to scope up all the sand along the shore of a beach and to carry it – then my part would be to pick up one small tiny grain of sand and hold it in my hand . . . and even in this I would need His help . . . And He would carry me too.

Brave and fearless

"He wants those who belong to Him to be brave and fearless."  was a quote I read this morning.

Father, when I hear those words, that description “brave and fearless” I don’t know that they could apply to me.  I often times feel so weak and fearful – where I want to run and hide myself in You . . . to just lean against You and breathe.  I’m just an ordinary person, who believes in and trust in an extraordinary God. . . that when the time comes that I need to be brave and fearless, You will provide the strength necessary to accomplish Your purposes in and for me.  Until then, I’ll remain a caterpillar waiting to get my wings and learn to fly.  Or maybe I am learning to fly, but just don’t know it.  Either way, Father, I’m relying on You.