I heard a mother tell about her son falling and getting a big gash on his leg. She washed the wound and took him to the doctor. The doctor shined his light into the wound, and she saw that the injury she thought was clean was still full of debris.
In Living Faith, Helen Roseveare tells of finding herself driving a small van behind a huge truck on a 350-mile stretch in Africa. She tried to sound the horn to encourage him to find a spot along the narrow winding shoulder where he could pull off and allow her to pass. The horn failed.
“Maybe you need to think about your motives!" Donna's friend said when she said her attempts to talk to her husband about salvation were ending in disaster. Donna had a nagging feeling that her words held an uncomfortable amount of truth. Her friend's parting comment was, "Remember to pray without ceasing!"
A gentleman who reads these devotionals (and who I know to be a man of much prayer) told me that when he retired, he asked the Lord what He wanted him to do with the rest of his life. He was reading in the book of Joshua and decided to end that day's reading at the end of the 12th chapter.
F. B. Meyer told of a clergyman, who, when tempted to feel great irritation, said he looked up and claimed the patience and gentleness of Christ. He had developed a habit of claiming from Christ the patience he lacked within himself.
A friend sent me this true account. "Ten years ago I met Ishmael. His sister-in-law and translator, Angela, brought him to meet me. Ishmael had AIDS. At one point I asked him if I could pray for him. I prayed for his heart and then I prayed for his weary body.