Pregnancy with twins has introduced me to a heightened level of fatigue and vulnerability. There are times when I lie awake at night, fearful that I might not have the stamina for this new chapter of motherhood or that I will be incapable of effectively meeting the needs of so many children. When these lurking insecurities haunt me, I recall God's faithfulness to me in the past and the many promises in His Word. I have greatly benefited from Spurgeon's devotional, Cheque Book of the Bank of Faith. On January 5, when I was struggling with early pregnancy exhaustion and brutal nausea, I read these words based on Isaiah 41:10: "When called to serve or suffer, we take stock of our strength, and we find it to be less than we thought, and less than we need. But let not our heart sink within us...There is no telling how much power God can put into a man. When divine strength comes, human weakness is no more a hindrance. Do we not remember seasons of labour and trial in which we received such special strength that we wondered at ourselves? In the midst of danger we were calm, under bereavement we were resigned, in slander we were self-contained, and in sickness we were patient. The fact is, that God gives unexpected strength when unusual trials come upon us. We rise out of our feeble selves...My own weakness makes me shrink, but God's promise makes me brave.
Monday morning was a disaster. My carpet stank from recent flooding, the wheels fell off my vacuum cleaner, and my bookshelves collapsed. And, as a finishing touch, my two year old decided to sweep the bathroom floor with dirty toilet water. I indulged in some angry tears for the amount of time it took me to mop puddles and wipe toilet paper off my walls. My kids wouldn't stop fighting, and I asked God if all of this was reasonable to expect of me in my condition. After composing myself to face the rest of my day, I found this e-mail message sent by a dear sister who, without any knowledge that I was in crisis, was praying for me. Through tears I thanked God that, even through my most challenging and thankless days, His arms are upon me. He doesn't merely direct me from a distance but assists me with the same tenderness I feel toward my own little ones. Each time I guide small hands learning to form their letters or complete simple tasks, I am reminded of a God who "puts His hands on my hands and puts His arms on my arms, that I might be strong."
"His bow
abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of
the mighty God of Jacob."—Genesis 49:24.
HAT strength which God gives to His Josephs
is real strength; it is not a boasted valour, a fiction, a
thing of which men talk, but which ends in smoke; it is true—divine
strength. Why does Joseph stand against temptation? Because God gives
him aid. There is nought that we can do without the power of God. All true
strength comes from "the mighty God of Jacob." Notice in what a blessedly
familiar way God gives this strength to Joseph—"The arms of his hands
were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob." Thus God is
represented as putting His hands on Joseph's hands, placing His arms on
Joseph's arms. Like as a father teaches his children, so the Lord teaches them
that fear Him. He puts His arms upon them. Marvellous condescension! God
Almighty, Eternal, Omnipotent, stoops from His throne and lays His hand upon
the child's hand, stretching His arm upon the arm of Joseph, that he may be
made strong! This strength was also covenant strength, for it is ascribed to
"the mighty God of Jacob." Now, wherever you read of
the God of Jacob in the Bible, you should remember the covenant with Jacob.
Christians love to think of God's covenant. All the power, all the grace, all
the blessings, all the mercies, all the comforts, all the things we have, flow
to us from the well-head, through the covenant. If there were no covenant, then
we should fail indeed; for all grace proceeds from it, as light and heat from
the sun. No angels ascend or descend, save upon that ladder which Jacob saw, at
the top of which stood a covenant God. Christian, it may be that the archers
have sorely grieved you, and shot at you, and wounded you, but still your bow
abides in strength; be sure, then, to ascribe all the glory to Jacob's God.
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