Me: What are you looking at ?
Prodigal: That field over yonder.
Me: Reminds me of something.
This is from C.T. Studd
Let us not rust out. Let us not glide through the world and then slip quietly out, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our blessed Redeemer. At the very least, let us see to it that the devil holds a thanksgiving in hell when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle.
Lord, the battle is weary today. I want to focus on what others think of me, what I say that is critical about myself. I want to be anywhere but in this battle today. So I pray my desperate prayer. I am so weak in the flesh and then the Lord answers and reminds me that His opinion of who I am is so more valid then my own opinion of myself or someone else. He is my creator and my savior and He has reminded me that His love and His truths are my focus. With those reminders exploding in my spirit, the devil suddenly flees like a rat exposed by a cat. The day is not over and I will continue this battle to honor the Lord our father.
Whatsoever thy hand faindeth to do , do it with thy might; for there is not work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
Ecclesiastes 9:10
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
