October 21
The rock face is straight up. My arms ache as I stretch for
the next finger crack. It is out of reach. I stretch and my feet slide out and
I fall. Barry Barth, my bailer, is doing his job. He holds the lifeline and I
bang against the rock and dangle there. No damage to the bones just to my
pride.
God is like that bailer. I can't see Him but I know He is
there. He keeps me from falling too far, but allows me to climb my own
obstacles. He picks me up when I fall and He renews my strength when I stumble.
God can be your bailer too.
“The Lord is the strength of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid.”(Psalm 27:1)
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