Humility is a great word for Christians. But sometimes God practically shoves it down my throat to get my attention.
Wood has many properties; feeling pain is not one of them. The campfire lit a cross of wood made with sticks and twine. As a teen, I tacked slips of paper with a list of my sins on a wooden cross. Lately, I more fully appreciate what and Who that action represented.
Every good thing that comes into my life—including the toughest of circumstances—is given me. I am most grateful for. I have Someone I can be grateful TO.
God will either sustain us here or take us to Himself. On a global level, we can’t lose. Our King demonstrates that “behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face.”