Never helpless

My family was moving to another state. While I was lifting a heavy box, something happened in my back and I was quickly in a lot of pain. I was barely able to walk, and definitely not able to lift anything. Since I was the only one on the job doing the heavy lifting, the prospects for proceeding as planned looked dismal.

I began to pray. As I did, I realized that I wasn't helpless, as I had begun to feel. I had God! What more could I need? I had become so absorbed in moving things that I'd lost sight of His ever-present strength and power.

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