Thy shoes shall be iron and brass; and as thy days, so shall thy strength be (Deut. 33:25).
God's children are princes of the royal blood. They are kings and priests. Their strength shall be as their days, that is, in proportion to the burden and stress of the day. Unexpected emergences? Yes, and unexpected strength. Long-drawn-out labors and sufferings? Yes, and long-drawn-out strength and endurance to meet them.
Where does it all come from? From God. "The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms" (Deut. 33:27). No matter how far down we may have sunk, lower still are the everlasting arms, holding us, lifting us to the very heart of God.
A little lad trudged behind his father and his father's friend across a field. They came to a drainage ditch, and the men went across it in their stride. But the boy knew his limitations--the length of his legs. In a voice that could not be denied, he cried, "Daddy, my legs are too short." Instantly the father was by his side, lifting him over the ditch.
Often we find some problem too big for us, some ditch we cannot cross alone. Then we find our heavenly Father more willing to help us than we are to ask. When we seem to be going down in despair, suddenly we realize that underneath us are those everlasting arms.
Blind Milton spoke of that Glorious Presence, and John Henry Newman sang:
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone.
MEDITATION PRAYER: "When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up" (Ps. 94:18).
God's children are princes of the royal blood. They are kings and priests. Their strength shall be as their days, that is, in proportion to the burden and stress of the day. Unexpected emergences? Yes, and unexpected strength. Long-drawn-out labors and sufferings? Yes, and long-drawn-out strength and endurance to meet them.
Where does it all come from? From God. "The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms" (Deut. 33:27). No matter how far down we may have sunk, lower still are the everlasting arms, holding us, lifting us to the very heart of God.
A little lad trudged behind his father and his father's friend across a field. They came to a drainage ditch, and the men went across it in their stride. But the boy knew his limitations--the length of his legs. In a voice that could not be denied, he cried, "Daddy, my legs are too short." Instantly the father was by his side, lifting him over the ditch.
Often we find some problem too big for us, some ditch we cannot cross alone. Then we find our heavenly Father more willing to help us than we are to ask. When we seem to be going down in despair, suddenly we realize that underneath us are those everlasting arms.
Blind Milton spoke of that Glorious Presence, and John Henry Newman sang:
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone.
MEDITATION PRAYER: "When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up" (Ps. 94:18).
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