A Personal Note

Friday was my down day, I don't have many of them but sometimes they creep up on me. It can be busy week and I don't notice but sometimes I just crash and life and all its beauties and challenges overwhelms me. It is usually when I am super tired but not always. I felt stuck in my dark day and was struggling to come out of it. There were tears but something drew me to Streams in the desert by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman, after my mum's mum passed away, this book was one of the treasures I got, it is worn and well read and it has little bits of paper with different things written on it and I love reading the pages as I know that my beloved gran read it and found solace and encouragement in the pages. Below is a few excepts from the few pages I read,

'There we saw the giants' Number 13:33

Yes, they saw the giants but Caleb and Joshua saw God! Those who doubt say, "We be not able to go up." Those who believe say, "Let us go up at once and possess it, for we are well able". Giants stand for the great difficulties; and giants are stalking everywhere. They are in our families, in our churches, in our social life, in our hearts and we must overcome them or they will eat us up, as these men of old of the giants of Canaan.


Now the fact is, unless we have the overcoming faith we shall be eaten up, consumed by the giants in our path. Let us have the spirit of faith that these men of faith had, and see God, and He will take care of the difficulties...

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted; but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed, always bearing about in the body the dying Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus might be manifested in our body...

Our redemption cost all that God had to give, and everything worth having is expensive. Hard places are the very school of faith and character, and if we are to rise over the mere human strength and prove the power of the divine in these mortal bodies, it must be through a process of conflict that may be called the birth travail of a new life. It is the old figure of the bush that burned, but was not consumed, or of the Vision in the house of the Interpreter of the flame that would not expire, notwithstanding the fact that the demon ceaselessly poured water on it, because in the background stood an angel pouring oil and keeping the flame aglow.

No, dear suffering child of God, you cannot fail if only you dare to believe, to stand and refuse to be overcome...

The last sentence is what stood out to me and gave me the courage and the strength from God to keep on going. Don't we have an amazing God! 


Source, Streams in the desert, by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman 1977