08/19/2017
"For with God nothing shall be impossible."
— Luke 1:37
"I dare to say that IT IS POSSIBLE for those who really are willing to reckon on the power of the Lord for keeping victory to lead a life in which His promises are taken as they stand and are found to be true.
IT IS POSSIBLE to cast all our care upon Him daily and enjoy deep peace in doing it.
IT IS POSSIBLE to have the thoughts and imaginations of our hearts purified in the deepest meaning of the word through faith.
IT IS POSSIBLE to see the will of God in everything, and to receive it, not with sighing, but with singing.
IT IS POSSIBLE in the inner life of desire and feeling to lay aside all bitterness, wrath, and evil doing every day and every hour.
IT IS POSSIBLE, by taking complete refuge in divine power, to become strong through and through. And it's possible to find, where previously our greatest weakness lay, that the things which formerly upset all our resolves to be patient or pure or humble can furnish today an opportunity, through Him who loved us and who works in us, to make an agreement with His will to find a blessed sense of His presence and His power; that is, to make sin powerless.
These things are DIVINE POSSIBILITIES, and because they are His work, the true experience of them will always cause us to bow lower at His feet and to learn to thirst and long for more. We cannot possibly be satisfied with anything less than each day, each hour, each moment in Christ, through the power of the Holy Spirit, TO WALK WITH GOD."
— H. C. Moule
His workmanship, and oh, the joy
To passive lie beneath His hand;
To know that every blow that falls,
Is making just the thing He planned.
I cannot see the angles crude,
That must be rounded here and there;
Nor yet the vision of the thing
His love is working out with care.
I cannot understand the pain
The hammer and the chisel bring,
But I can trust and wait, and pray,
And knowing Him, rejoicing sing.
Except some friction irk and smart,
The polishing cannot be done;
The little things, the thoughtless acts,
The hurts that come from dearest ones.
All, all beneath His guiding Hand,
From glory changed to glory-till,
At His appearing I shall stand
In His own image, by His will.
— Laura Davies Holt