Lord, I promise that by Your help I will never poor-mouth You again, Most of Your children do not need a dose of poverty; they need a dose of faith.
“All things are yours,” You told us through Paul (1 Corinthians 3:21, KJV). But most of the time I have not believed this word. I have lived as a pauper, a beggar, in spite of what You distinctly said, “The Lord … daily loadeth us with benefits” (Psalm 68:19, KJV).
I have often come to the end of the day feeling distressed and unhappy. My talk before the group fell flat; my visit to a spiritually hungry soul was fruitless; a prominent Christian did not call on me for prayer—worse, he did not even remember my name; and the expected letter did not arrive.
So I tossed on my bed, feeling cheated, left out, denied. Lord, is this the portion You had for me?
You have tried to teach me, Lord, that all things are mine in Christ. Also, You have tried to teach me that You select the daily portion meant personally for me from the great storehouse of “all things.” What a rebel I am. Lord! My nightly unhappiness is simply childish rebellion against Your portion for me during that day. I need to master the idea that what happens in my life each day is what You send. It is Your portion, wrapped in the ribbons of love. Each day yields what You send and I cannot lose it. Nothing planned for me is denied me. Whatever arrives is heaven’s recipe.
Yet You have said, “All things are yours.” In Christ. I am heir to the universe. I vow to remember my wealth and think rich. I vow to remember that my daily portion, whether bitter or sweet, is given by Your love and cannot be lost. I will receive all that Christ has for me. This, Lord, will banish the inferiority and bring quiet acceptance.
“Correct me, O Lord, but with justice; not with Thine anger, lest thou bring me to nothing” (Jeremiah 10:24).
Daily with the King 