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Once the Lord had taken my eyes off the “results” and turned them to His Presence, I could enjoy meeting friend after friend, relative after relative, without the slightest feeling of frustration.
Were we making a mistake trying to do things exactly as the Mitchells and the Olds had done? Our little group was surely going to atrophy if we didn’t get some new blood in our midst.
Soon there was a fresh feeling to the Sunday fellowship. The responsibility was awesome. I and the others who were leaders in this small group spent hours on our knees, hours close to the Lord and the Word, trying to be sure that in no smallest way did we diverge from the direction He wished us to take.
knew that I had no choice. Either I had meant it or I had not meant it when I gave myself and all that I possessed to the Lord.
It was not that I wanted to become a saint. But I was beginning to learn that my responsibility of being a representative of Jesus Christ would not allow me to do anything that would dishonor His Name. And He was also teaching me that one’s actions spoke louder than words when it came to witnessing for Christ.
wish I could say that I myself felt as confident. Not that I disbelieved what I had said to Mahmud. It was that my faith was not yet childlike.
“It is possible,” I said, lifting her chin upwards and smiling, “that I may have to go. But if I do, it will be in the Lord’s timing. I am learning to accept that. Can you believe me?” The maid was silent. Then at last she spoke, “What a wonderful way to live, Begum Sahib.” “It is indeed. It is the only way. Nothing, any longer, is in my own control.”
the Lord wants our companionship. When we pray, He wants to work with us.
