Me: I love your Axe!
Prodigal: Thank you! Now I am going outside to use it.
Me: I just finished reading about an axe and I want to be just like one!
Prodigal: Explain how?
Charles Swindoll in his book Living on the Ragged Edge states this.
If I appear great in their eyes, the Lord is most graciously helping me to see how absolutely nothing I am without Him, and helping me to keep little in my own eyes. He does use me. But I am so concerned that He uses me and that it is not of me the work is done. The axe cannot boast of the trees it has cut down. It could do nothing but for the woodsman. He made it, he sharpened it, and he used it. The moment he throws it aside, it becomes only old iron. O that I may never lose sight of this.
O my Father in heaven who is my woodsman, remind me today as I go before your people that I am nothing but an axe. Please use me as an axe and then throw me aside so that your people that you love only see the woodsman and only worship the woodsman.
Psalms 91:1
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
