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When I met Mildred, she was sitting on the front porch of the house her betrothed, Louie, had built for her seventy years before.
A widow then, Mildred took care of herself and her home. She hand-stitched quilts, crotched afghans, and reaped from her garden. She canned food and stored things up for winter.
Mildred couldn’t understand why her family spent so much money to put in running water for the kitchen and a bathroom. She told me, “That old well was enough. It’s just me. What do I need?”
Her son drove her to a small whitewashed, Baptist church each Sunday. She proudly told me how she’d gone to that church every Sunday since she married Louie and how they’d raised their children there.
She didn’t speak any fancy words about religion. She praised God in all His creation and thanked Him in simple words of joy. She didn’t have much, but she laid one of her treasures, a beautiful hand-stitched quilt, on the rough wood porch as a “pallet” for my infant daughter.
I soon moved from that quiet part of Louisiana, but Mildred and I wrote to each other for several years. The last letter I received was from her son as Mildred had gone to be with the Lord. He had read my letter’s and thanked me for the sweet friendship.
Mildred edified the simple life of a strong faithful child of God. I didn’t see that in 1981—nor tonight until the words appeared before me on my computer screen. Mildred’s joy was in the Lord. Her strength came from Him.
In this time of health issues for myself, I have been praying for strength. How wonderful that God reminded me of Mildred at such a time as this.
“Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength’” (Nehemiah 8:10 NIV).
Friends, remember to share with your friends. People are being blessed around the world for God. I am so thankful to be a broken vessel in the hands of a loving God. May He bless you.
In rehab, my occupational therapist told me only two muscle groups in my arms worked. I could bend my elbow but not straighten it. I could lift my arm but then it fell limp.
We focused on strengthening those muscle groups and as I grew stronger, my therapist encouraged me to try new skills. Since I was right handed, we worked on details, or fine motor skills. Using splints that held the needed instruments I learned to feed myself, brush my own teeth, write and type on a keyboard.
My left arm took longer and developed a different set of skills as I learned to push, lift and carry items I needed throughout the day. In God’s providence, my muscles adapted to my “different abilities.” Next, I had to adapt my new life.
Bible study, sermons, talking with other Christians all taught me about God. The more I learned the more I understood God’s desire for me—His plan for my life. He called me to make a difference for Him.
I began by answering the questions of people who were curious about my situation. In talking, I often felt the fear I had of what people thought of me. I was not a good person before I accepted Jesus as my savior. He loved me anyway. I talked on and soon I was telling people what God had done for me—not just in my past, but that day and every day.
I have overcome my disabilities through Jesus’ victory over the cross.
You may feel weak, worn, and weary but He can re-route your abilities. He may seem distant but He’s right there working with you. He will provide all you need to fulfill His desire in your life. Will you work with Him to strengthen your faith—or someone else’s?
“For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose” (Philippians 2:13 NIV).
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:29-31 NIV).
In Christian Love.