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"'God so used a stick of wood' can be a banner cry for each of us,' wrote Francis Schaeffer...Though we are limited in talent, physical energy, and psychological strength, we are not less than a stick of wood. But as the rod of Moses had to become the rod of God, so that which is me must become the me of God. Then I can become useful in God's hands." From the Tim Sweetman article No Little People

"...so that which is me must become the me of God." WOW!!! I think, in part, God has been stretching my heart a lot to see the overwhelming need for the poor, the orphan, the widow, the oppressed on top of the need for helping my husband and nurturing my children so that I would realize how totally powerless I am to do any of these things, and then not to stop there, but to realize that it's my very understanding of being as helpless as a stick of wood which makes me ready to give God all the glory for becoming the "me of God" in His hands.


"Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us, but our sufficiency is from God, who has made us competent to be ministers of a new covenant..." 2 Corinthians 3:5-6

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  1. Excellent--I love the verses from Corinthians. "Not that we are sufficient in ourselves...but our sufficiency is from God..." Wow. I'm feeling overwhelmed at the moment at my insufficiency, but I need to know that it's okay, because HE is all sufficient!

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  2. Amen sister. That was a good Word for me today. My husband took over as head pastor for the next 4 months and the enemy always attacks my health--I woke up with a head cold! Not to mention the "baby home" I God led me to. Praying through what God wants us to do. Oh, that I might listen and obey--no matter what the "world" around me says. And in the midst of all the doubts and fears that the enemy places in my path.

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