me to the place where I admit defeat.
A thought that what I am praying for, just can't happen.
Fear seeps in. Who says it can't happen? Who has spoken...
Is that you, Lord?
Switch to navigation by faith. What does the Word say?
So, when I pray for my son's wholeness, I rebuke the unbelief. I cry
out, Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief and soon, I hear that
my son has improved a bit.
Wasn't manna given in the desert, here and then gone in a moment? How much is
our feast a momentary thing, yet, like bricks on the road to Rome, our daily bread, brings us one more moment home.
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