Lord, too often I have given you a Scrooge image. My puny faith and large problems have sometimes made me wonder if behind a frowning providence You hide a frowning face. I look at the massive forces that surround me—illness, worry, accident, death—and I suffer from a dreadful inferiority. I am often cowed, harassed, and compressed into a thin, weak existence.
Lord, show me the portion You have for me. It is the portion that You have selected for me, and it is measured out daily. That portion assures me that what I receive today comes from Your hands and, whether painful or sweet, is intended for my eternal good. I cannot lose what You have promised. Not one single atom will be denied me. You measure out my portion carefully and fairly. If I gladly accept it, You will cause Your bounteous blessings to pour into me and through me to others.
Sometimes, Lord, I have botched things up by grabbing my own portion. How patient You are, Lord. If I insist on seizing my own portion by selfish strength, You will not compete with me. You will let me have my way until I learn the bitter lesson; all “seized” portions lead to ultimate bitterness. Your portion may be bitter, Lord, but it always leads to ultimate sweetness.
Let me always allow You to choose my portion; otherwise, exhaustion and failure will follow. And when You choose, what glory! Like Israel, I am free to choose what has been chosen for me and, in choos- ing, will “live” (Deuteronomy 30:19).
“For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways. They will hear you up in their hands, lest you strike your foot against a stone” (Psalm 91:11–12).
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