My soul drinks deeply from the source of living waters during conference.
How is it that they know so well the deepest personal struggles in the most private chambers of this soul?
Why does so much strength, wisdom and counsel fall like manna from heaven?
Beat up by life, in such need 0f nourishment, we lap up dews from heaven and gain strength to carry on.
In my Savior I can do all things as He strengthens me, though deeply depleted these past dozen years.
The promise is: On wings of eagles shall we rise in His Power. On such whispered promises of power hangs my faith and work.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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