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August 15




HAVE THINE OWN WAY, LORD
Adelaide A. Pollard, 1862–1934
  Yet, O Lord, you are our Father, We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Yourhand. (Isaiah 64:8)

An elderly woman at a prayer meeting one night pleaded, “It really doesn’t matter what you do with us, Lord, just have your way with our lives.” At this meeting was Adelaide Pollard, a rather well-known itinerant Bible teacher who was deeply discouraged because she had been unable to raise the necessary funds for a desired trip to Africa to do missionary service. She was moved by the older woman’s sincere and dedicated request of God.

At home that evening Miss Pollard meditated on Jeremiah 18:3, 4:

  Then I went down to the potter’s house, and behold, he wrought a work on the wheels, and the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.

Before retiring that evening, Adelaide Pollard completed the writing of al…

Speechless

August 15





Speechless
When the angel of the Lord told him he would have a son, Zechariah doubted the prophecy. It was impossible, Zechariah thought, for an old man and a barren woman to have a son. After 50 + years of disappointment, perhaps I’d doubt too.

After he expressed his doubt, Zechariah was speechless.

Literally, Zechariah was speechless. “And now, since you didn’t believe what I said, you won’t be able to speak until the child is born. For my words will certainly come true at the proper time.”Luke 1:20NLT

I don’t know what constitutes the greater miracle, an elderly woman having a baby or preacher being quiet for nine months. Though I have no experience having a baby, I did have a time in my life when I couldn’t speak. It was a humbling experience.

Drive-through windows were the absolute worst. Occasionally, I got a chuckle out of my disability. I wrote the name of a person I wanted to visit on my note pad and showed it to hospital pink-lady to get a room number. The kind woma…