“Thank You, God,” I blurted aloud into the darkness, a sweet peace beginning to dawn in me. It was a precious insight that set me free to pray as I ought.

So she walked alone.
She found the trek refreshing to her spirit, for she could talk with God.

She knew His voice; often her joy was so intense, she felt her heart could hardly contain it.

Jesus is the Light, and that Light by His grace becomes our standard.
He is the Truth, and His light within us enables us to live the truth.
He is the Way, but we would not find the Way to follow if it were
not for that Light.

God’s promise is my cradle,
His love my cover, and His care my cage
Invisible that keeps the lions from meThe while they rage.

An elephant crossed o’er a rickety bridge.
A flea followed hard in its wake,
And when they were over, the flea proudly said,
“My! how we did make that bridge shake!”

Maria was startled by another mewling cry in the mire.”A baby! A living baby!”Who on earth could put a litttle baby in a pigpen to be mauled and eaten by swine? Clucking her concern and pity, Maria lifted the child, her horror mixed with indignation.

Quickly she wrapped him in the rag she’d grabbed to twirl around her hand. “Little boy,” she murmured. “Who are you? Who will feed you? Who will care for you?”

Like a lily lifts its chalice to be filled with summer rain, So I lift my heart to Thee, Lord, to be filled with love again;