But I must live moment by moment on the Lord God, who will make my feet like hinds' feet, to tread upon very high places...even the God who performs all things for me.
Moreover, to use another figure, I must lie in the arms of my Beloved as a helpless infant...
Without wisdom or power to do anything for myself...but believing that "the everlasting arms of love" will prove a safe conveyance.
Oh! what a blessed Jesus we have-who can so soften affliction and so sweeten Marah's bitter stream, making us exceeding joyful even in tribulation.
~Ruth Bryan~