Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow.
This week, I’ve been praying for joy.
Last night, I got a Sovereign-appointed phone call.
Today, I think I have that joy.
This morning, I woke up fairly giddy.
At this rate, tomorrow, I’ll explode!
Last night, a pastor presented a ministry opportunity for me to pray and consider. It’s a big one (especially for a working woman); but I’d love to be used by the Lord—so I’m praying for wisdom and insight.
Then, early today I tackled a task I meant to get to last night: adding leaves back into my dinner table. I moved the chairs, slid the centerpiece, leaned over, and… screech! “Rats! I always forget: I never have been able to handle this one by myself.”
The. … Light. … Went. … On.
Right now, this service need seems like “Mission Impossible.” But “should I choose to accept it,” it will be with the help of a solid core of servants, many of whom I’ve worked with often over the last two years.
As I write this, my dinner table is a shambles; a project started by the lady of the house. But it cannot be completed without my “helper.”
This lesson just keeps getting deeper, doesn’t it?
I will not leave you as orphans
I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you.
the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things
Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
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