Day By Day With God Day 41
Posted by Lisa Rice on Monday, April 23, 2012
The Life Line
I am you Savior, your Savior from sins thralls, your Savior from all the cares and troubles of life, your Savior from disease. I speak in all to you both. Look to Me for salvation. Trust in Me for help. Did not My servant of old say, "All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me?" But not all the waters of affliction could drown him. For of him was it true, "He came from above, He took me, He drew me out of many waters."
The life line, the line of rescue is the line from the soul to God, faith and power. It is a strong line, and no soul can be overwhelmed who is linked to Me by it. Trust, trust, trust. Never be afraid.
Think of My trees, stripped of their beauty, pruned cut, disfigured, bare, but through the dark seemingly dead branches, flows silently, secretly, the spirit life sap, till, lo! with the sun of spring comes new life, leaves bud, blossom, fruit, but oh! fruit a thousand times better for the pruning.
Remember that you are in the hands of a Master Gardner. He makes no mistakes about His pruning. Rejoice. Joy is the Spirit's reaching out to say its thanks to Me. It is the new life, sap of the tree, reaching out to Me to find such beautiful expression later. So never cease to joy. Rejoice.
I am you Savior, your Savior from sins thralls, your Savior from all the cares and troubles of life, your Savior from disease. I speak in all to you both. Look to Me for salvation. Trust in Me for help. Did not My servant of old say, "All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me?" But not all the waters of affliction could drown him. For of him was it true, "He came from above, He took me, He drew me out of many waters."
The life line, the line of rescue is the line from the soul to God, faith and power. It is a strong line, and no soul can be overwhelmed who is linked to Me by it. Trust, trust, trust. Never be afraid.
Think of My trees, stripped of their beauty, pruned cut, disfigured, bare, but through the dark seemingly dead branches, flows silently, secretly, the spirit life sap, till, lo! with the sun of spring comes new life, leaves bud, blossom, fruit, but oh! fruit a thousand times better for the pruning.
Remember that you are in the hands of a Master Gardner. He makes no mistakes about His pruning. Rejoice. Joy is the Spirit's reaching out to say its thanks to Me. It is the new life, sap of the tree, reaching out to Me to find such beautiful expression later. So never cease to joy. Rejoice.