Often I feel like God has said to me, "Move this massive mountain of sand." I rummage through my tools and find nothing but a pair of tweezers.
"There's no way," I think. "This will be impossible."
But then I remember His Narnian toolshed which goes on forever. Therein lie the tools suitable for any task or mission I could possibly face. Suddenly I'm operating a backhoe. Doesn't mean I know exactly what I'm doing or even that I'm not terrified, but I'm not unequipped or even poorly equipped as long as I'm looking in the right place for the equipment.
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