God’s supply for us never runs out

Absolute darkness lay before me as I approached the bridge on the country road. It seemed as if I’d driven into a black abyss. There was no reflection of anything ahead of me in the headlights—nothing I could see to indicate that the road kept going on the other side of the bridge. I just knew that it did.

I couldn’t help feeling that this drive over the bridge was a metaphor for my life at that moment. I was driving toward a place where I knew I’d be allowed to sleep for a few weeks. Adverse circumstances had left me with no money, no job, no home—just the car I was driving and a few belongings. I had no idea what lay ahead. But, as certainly as I knew the road continued on the other side of the bridge, I knew that God had a perfect road ahead for my life. I quietly slipped my hand into His with total trust.

Always ready to be healed
May 28, 2018

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