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Wednesday morning and my spirit swims franticly and awkwardly toward the bobbing shoreline of sanity in Christ Jesus. I'm coughing and lurching toward Him, water in my eyes and ears.

How easily I fall back into the icy water of doubt and stubborn pride! I sense one mark of alienation, one straw of hoplessness, and I turn and dive in--forgetting that I have no ability to swim the dangerous deeps of self-determined anguish--forgetting the evil masses of darkness below that could, upon the Lord's allowance, easily swallow me up in one gulp.

The essentials of true life are this:

Toward my standing with God:

I am nothing more than a child of God, yet certainly nothing less; I have been adopted as a son of God through the death of Christ, and my hope toward this was made manefest and sure in the ressurection of Jesus Christ, God-man from Nazareth.

Toward my calling in this world:

Nothing depends on my ability to absorb and retain pieces of information, to recite them the proper time, or to attempt to act according to their proscriptions. Conversly, everything comes to life when I learn to hear the Spirit's voice in and among the things in my mind. God alone holds everything together; His whisperings to me hold me together as I act and move in this world.

Jesus is King of the world. He is King of my heart. He is working in me to will and to work toward his good pleasure, and that is all that matters.