Nancy DeMoss spoke about how that we should behold our God. He comes with might and power. His arm rules. He is in control of all things. The Lord is also tender and compassionate shepherd. He cares for us like no other. Do we find others thinking less of God because of our responses to life's circumstances or do we find others seeking God because we turn to God for all of life whether good or bad? If we do not behold our God in the midst of life's circumstances then we will become bitter and angry with God. We must behold our God! In order to do this we must go back to what we know is true. We must exercise our faith. God has no weakness. He never runs out of strength. Many days we grow weary and weak. We have no more strength left to face our families. Behold our God! He gives us His strength. His power is made perfect in our weakness. We must come to the end of our strength to know God's strength. As a mom, there may be times when our children are sick and we are up all night with them. We anxiously wait for the morning to come. Just as we wait for the morning to come when our children are sick, we wait for the Lord when we are without strength and our strength will be renewed. To be renewed means that we exchange our strength for His strength.
Eagles are amazing birds. Storms arise and they mount up their wings and fly above the storm. When storms arise in our lives the Lord will lift us up above life's storms. He will allow us to keep running without growing weary. Where do you turn when life becomes overwhelming? Turn to the Lord. His strength is made perfect in our weakness.
I want to end by quoting a great hymn, Higher Ground by Johnson Oatman, Jr.
I'm pressing on the upward way, new heights I'm gaining every day; still praying as I'm onward bound, "Lord, plant my feet on higher ground." My heart has no desire to stay, where doubts arise and fears dismay; tho' some may dwell where these abound, my prayer, my aim, is higher ground. I want to live above the world, tho' Satan's dart at me are hurled; for faith has caught the joyful sound, the song of saints on higher ground. I want to scale the utmost height and catch a gleam of glory bright; but still I'll pray till heaven I've found, "Lord, lead me on to higher ground." Lord, lift me up and let me stand by faith on heaven's table-land; a higher plane than I have found- "Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."