I think my soul is a tame 'ole duck
Waddling around in the barnyard muck,
Fat and lazy with useless wings...
But sometimes when the north wind sings,
And the free ones fly up overhead
Something stirs within his breast
Something that was lost and dead.
And he cocks a wary and puzzled eye,
And makes a feeble attempt to fly.
He's fairly content with the state he's in
But it's sure not the duck that he might have been.
(Author unknown)
One week from today I'll be on my way to a study, an adventure, a sacrifice, a beauty, a love, a purchase, an answer to the call "Come, follow me..." I would be lying if I said I wasn't fearful but I know that without obedience there is no faith and without faith, no obedience. Preparing for the trip has been a roller-coaster ride but I urge anyone who feels the call to lay aside theirselves and take a risk in Jesus' name to do what you are called to do, not even look back, but fall in step, letting the hem of his garment touch your shins as you follow.
For the many that are bathing this visit in prayer I thank you. To my wife, suffer all things for a season for your joy comes in the morning and your righteousness will be afforded to you as a warm sweater on your naked shoulders in the autumn evening. When I hear the prayers of my children
echoing the love for Christ that you show them I am assured that God's plan for our lives is being fulfilled and the fruits of his works will be forever evidence of that.
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