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I read these words this morning…
I Am That I Am. ~Exodus 3:14
God is His own equivalent, and God needs nothing but Himself to achieve the great purposes on which He has set His heart.
God gave Moses a blank, and as life went forward for the next forty years, Moses kept filling in the blank with his special need. He filled in fearlessness before Pharaoh. He filled in guidance across the Red Sea. He filled in manna for the whole population. He filled in water from the rock. He filled in guidance through the wilderness. He filled in victory over Amalek. He filled in clear revelation at Sinai. And so Moses, for the rest of his life, had little else to do than to go quietly alone, and taking God’s checkbook, signed by God’s name, I AM That I AM, write in I Am guidance; I Am bread. He presented the check and God honored it.
And whenever you come to live upon God’s plan as Moses from that moment did, you may absolutely trust God. And when you come down to the hoar-head you will say, “Not one thing hath failed of all the good things which the LORD your God spake concerning you” (Joshua 23:14).
Joshua had tried God forty years in the brick kilns, forty years in the desert, and thirty years in the Promised Land, and this was his dying testimony.
Most every day I read from Devotions for Morning and Evening. They are the combined writings from the classic devotions, Streams in the Desert and Springs in the Valley.
No matter the season or trial, this book always points me back to the Source of my life. I love the timeless wisdom contained in this book. Mrs. Charles E. Cowman gathered thoughts, quotations and spiritual inspiration from many sources during her years as a missionary in Japan and China and particularly the six years she cared for her husband while he was dying. The words contained in this book are like gifts from a fellow traveler.
So today, I pass them on to you.
The servant of the Lord must… be gentle. 2 Timothy 2:24
When God conquers us and takes all the flint out of our nature, and we get deep visions into the Spirit of Jesus, we then see as never before the great rarity of gentleness of spirit in this dark and unheavenly world.
The graces of the Spirit do not settle themselves down upon us by chance, and if we do not discern certain states of grace, and choose them, and in our thoughts nourish them, they never become fastened in our nature or behavior.
Every advance step in grace must be preceded by first apprehending it, and then a prayerful resolve to have it.
So few are willing to undergo the suffering out of which thorough gentleness comes. We must die before we are turned into gentleness, and crucifixion involves suffering; it is a real breaking and crushing of self, which wrings the heart and conquers the mind.
There is a good deal of mere mental and logical sanctification nowadays, which is only a religious fiction. it consists of mentally putting ones’ self on the altar, then mentally saying the altar sanctifies the gift, and then logically concluding therefore one is sanctified; and such a one goes forth with a flippant, theological prattle about the deep things of God.
But the natural heartstrings have not been snapped, and the Adamic flint has not been ground to powder, and the bosom has not throbbed with the only, surging sighs of Gethsemane; and not having the real death marks of Calvary, there cannot be that soft, sweet, gentle, floating, victorious, overflowing, triumphant life that flows like a spring morning from an empty tomb.
from Streams in the Desert
“And great grace was upon them all.” Acts 4:33