“Try again, son.” The boy tried again with no success. “Son,
you are not using all your strength.” The boy tried again, but still the object
would not move. “Son, you’re still not using all your strength!”
“Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I’m trying,” grunted the boy as he
strained at the immovable object. “I’m using all my strength.”
“No, you’re not, son,” replied the father. “You haven’t
asked me to help!”
(Robert D. Jones, as quoted in Mahaney, Feminine Appeal,
p. 119)
His strength is our strength.
Do you understand that?
His strength is (by grace!) our
strength.
His strength is my strength.
There for the taking. And he invites me to ask for it.
Lifting the rock of my sinful nature is utterly
impossible, unless I use all my strength, my strength as a child of God, my strength
in Him. His strength. My strength.
We would be foolish children of God, to tackle our sins
and our problems, without using all of our strength.
Father,
Forgive my forgetfulness, and my pride that tackles my
problems with my puny earthly resources. Because of Christ, I am your child. By
your grace, I am your child. And You are
a God eager to bless and to help. How quickly I forget this! Christ’s inheritance
is mine. His riches are mine. His
holiness, self-control, and love are mine. His strength is mine. Help me
to see, know, and live this today, by Your grace, and because of His blood shed
for me, Amen.
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