The will of God is always a bigger thing than we bargain for.

Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.

Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.

God is still on His throne, we're still on His 'footstool,' and there's only a knee's distance between!

Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

Wherever you are - be all there.

Ah, how many Marahs have been sweetened by a simple, satisfying glimpse of the Tree and the Love which underwent its worst confict there. Yes, the Cross is the tree that sweetens the waters. 'Love never faileth.