Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith Jehovah of hosts." (Zech.
My way led up a hill, and right at the foot I saw a boy on a bicycle. He was pedalling up hill against the wind, and evidently found it a tremendously hard work. Just as he was working most strenuously and doing his best painfully, there came a trolley car going in the same direction--up the hill.
It was not going too fast for the boy to get behind it, and with one hand to lay hold of the bar at the back. Then you know what happened. He went up that hill like a bird. Then it flashed upon me
Why, I am like that boy on the bicycle in my weariness and weakness. I am pedalling up hill against all kinds of opposition, and am almost worn out with the task. But here at hand is a great available power, the strength of the Lord Jesus.
I have only to get in touch with Him and to maintain communication with Him, though it may be only one little finger of faith, and that will be enough to make His power mine for the doing of this bit of service that just now seems too much for me." And I was helped to dismiss my weariness and to realize this truth. --The Life of Fuller Purpose.
ABANDONED
Utterly abandoned to the Holy Ghost
Seeking all His fulness at whatever cost
Cutting all the shore-lines, launching in the deep
Of His mighty power--strong to save and keep.
Utterly abandoned to the Holy Ghost
Oh! the sinking, sinking, until self is lost
Until the emptied vessel lies broken at His feet
Waiting till His filling shall make the work complete.
Utterly abandoned to the will of God
Seeking for no other path than my Master trod
Leaving ease and pleasure, making Him my choice
Waiting for His guidance, listening for His voice.
Utterly abandoned! no will of my own
For time and for eternity, His, and His alone
All my plans and purposes lost in His sweet will
Having nothing, yet in Him all things possessing still.
Utterly abandoned! 'tis so sweet to be
Captive in His bonds of love, yet so wondrous free
Free from sin's entanglements, free from doubt and fear
Free from every worry, burden, grief or care.
Utterly abandoned! oh, the rest is sweet
As I tarry, waiting, at His blessed feet
Waiting for the coming of the Guest divine
Who my inmost being shall perfectly refine.
Lo! He comes and fills me, Holy Spirit sweet
I, in Him, am satisfied! I, in Him, complete
And the light within my soul shall nevermore grow dim
While I keep my covenant--abandoned unto Him
Author Unknown.