I have never liked heights. When I found this picture a few years ago, I remembered the story my Mom told of a suspension bridge in China many years ago. We had to cross a suspension bridge that was fairly long. It was very unstable, swinging to and fro, with boards missing in places. As you walked, you could see the rocky depths below! My Dad went on ahead to test the strength of the bridge and Mom and I followed. My Mom had faced many dangers in her missionary travels, but this time she was fearful. When we were half way across the bridge, she couldn't go any further. She and I sat down on the bridge and waited until my Dad came and helped us across the rest of the way.
Many times we face challenges in our lives, and we feel we can't go any further. Then our Lord comes, takes our hands, and leads us to victory.
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