God has unique ways in reminding you how much you need him. It isnt an egotistical display of his power or ability, but simply an act of His great love for us to deliver us and help us in time of need. Here is such a reminder: I was about nine years old walking a path that led to a well where we got our drinking water. We had water in our home to bathe in and indoor plumbing. This was solely for drinking. I drew it from a bucket and put in those old one-gallon glass milk jugs with the plastic ring on the spout for a handle. On my way back, iI heard a very feeble weak cry, Please ... please someone help me! I heard it over and over and realized it was coming from over an embankment on the river. There I saw a small boy (I knew him from school, a few years behind me, a real frail-looking tiny kid.) He was hanging onto a tree limb with his feet in the river. I panicked. Ididntknow what to do. I knew the water there was deep ... very deep. I realized I couldnt help him, but I knew someone who could. I yelled at him and told him I was going to get my daddy. I ran home, told daddy there was a boy in the river and we both ran back. I watched as he positioned himself on the riverbank, grabbed a tree limb to support himself, reached out with his free hand and grabbed the child and lifted him onto the bank. The little boy was so frightened and so relieved. He was trembling. I recall my dad giving him a stern warning him not to play around the river. The lesson I learned is this: At times we may confront things that are bigger than we are ...bigger than we can handle. Thats when we call on Daddy. God desires for us to come to Him in this fashion. Although my initial response to this childs cry for help was met with my feeling of helplessness in my own ability, I knew I had a daddy who would know what to do ... who was strong enough ... who had the ability to deliver! lLater that same year in December (4), 1962, my daddy was killed in amining accident. I didnt grasp the impact this void would have on my life. From time to time I would see this boy... now a man walking the streets of Logan. I remember hisl last name is Staten. He had an older brother, Gary, who was my age. God is our Father. He will always come to our rescue, particularly when we, like I did for thar little boy, come to Him for the deliverance of others. This pleases Him!
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 06:16:03 +0000
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