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I have a Father that will never never fail me x2
Jesus is my Father that will never never fail me
Rock of Ages never fail.
My Father indeed You never fail, of the truth You are Faithful to Your Names. The righteous run into You and there are saved. You are a strong tower, You are Mighty in battle. Blessed is my Father, Who lives forever more.
Dearly beloved, do you agree with me that our God is faithful? The weak look up to Him for strength; the blind (physical and spiritually) look to Him for sight; the lame leap up in joy at the mention of His Name; the weary cry unto Him for comfort; the despise look up to Him for safety; the poor, the hungry look unto Him for provisions.
It has never been recorded once that the needy were sent away empty whatever the need is. Be it healing, restorations, provisions, safety, nor blessing for our God is able to do “all things”.
Faithfulness is His Name, even to the strangers in the land, He has not fail to honour His Name, especially to others who are called by His Name.
Beloved, having a resounding victory involves you positioning yourself where God will bless you. It involves being obedient to His bidding; for your allocation of blessing is where your divine location is, so the more obedient you are; the more blessed you are.
We will be considering one of the heroine of faith that understood this secret and she fulfilled destiny:
“Let me now go to the field, and glean ears of corn.” Ruth 2:2
Downcast and troubled Christian, come and glean today in the broad field of promise. Here are abundance of precious promises, which exactly meet thy wants. Take this one: “He will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax.” Doth not that suit thy case? A reed, helpless, insignificant, and weak, a bruised reed, out of which no music can come; weaker than weakness itself; a reed, and that reed bruised, yet, He will not break thee; but on the contrary, will restore and strengthen thee. Thou art like the smoking flax: no light, no warmth, can come from thee; but He will not quench thee; He will blow with His sweet breath of mercy till He fans thee to a flame.
Wouldst thou glean another ear? “Come unto Me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” What soft words! Thy heart is tender, and the Master knows it, and therefore He speaketh so gently to thee. Wilt thou not obey Him, and come to Him even now?
Take another ear of corn: “Fear not, thou worm Jacob, I will help thee, saith the Lord and thy Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel.” How canst thou fear with such a wonderful assurance as this? Thou mayest gather ten thousand such golden ears as these! “I have blotted out thy sins like a cloud, and like a thick cloud thy transgressions.” Or this, “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Or this, “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come, and let him that is athirst come, and whosoever will let him take the water of life freely.” Our Master’s field is very rich; behold the handfuls.
See, there they lie before thee, poor timid believer! Gather them up, make them thine own, for Jesus bids thee take them. Be not afraid, only believe! Grasp these sweet promises, thresh them out by meditation and feed on them with joy.
Our great grandma did it and it worked for her, yours will not fail in the Name of Jesus Christ. More from this heroine of faith:
“So she gleaned in the field until even.” Ruth 2:17
Let me learn from Ruth, the gleaner. As she went out to gather the ears of corn, so must I go forth into the fields of prayer, meditation, the ordinances, and hearing the word to gather spiritual food. The gleaner gathers her portion ear by ear; her gains are little by little: so must I be content to search for single truths, if there be no greater plenty of them. Every ear helps to make a bundle, and every gospel lesson assists in making us wise unto salvation.
The gleaner keeps her eyes open: if she stumbled among the stubble in a dream, she would have no load to carry home rejoicingly at eventide. I must be watchful in religious exercises lest they become unprofitable to me; I fear I have lost much already—O that I may rightly estimate my opportunities, and glean with greater diligence.
The gleaner stoops for all she finds, and so must I. High spirits criticize and object, but lowly minds glean and receive benefit. A humble heart is a great help towards profitably hearing the gospel. The engrafted soul-saving word is not received except with meekness. A stiff back makes a bad gleaner; down, master pride, thou art a vile robber, not to be endured for a moment.
What the gleaner gathers she holds: if she dropped one ear to find another, the result of her day’s work would be but scant; she is as careful to retain as to obtain, and so at last her gains are great. How often do I forget all that I hear; the second truth pushes the first out of my head, and so my reading and hearing end in much ado about nothing!
Do I feel duly the importance of storing up the truth? A hungry belly makes the gleaner wise; if there be no corn in her hand, there will be no bread on her table; she labours under the sense of necessity, and hence her tread is nimble and her grasp is firm; I have even a greater necessity, Lord, help me to feel it, that it may urge me onward to glean in fields which yield so plenteous a reward to diligence.
Beloved, this is ‘Victory’ pictorialized and dramatized. Dear reader, how diligent are you in your line of duty? Ruth did not slack in her quest to help her mother – in–law and having found her diligent to the great task ahead, the Lord counted her among the saints (Ru 4:8-2) and fulfilled her desire (Ru 1:16; 3:9-12).
Finally beloved, being victorious involves you doing the will of God, learn from the patriarch and you will not miss the way.
Meditate on this and apply until by His grace we meet next week.
Remain blessed in the Lord,
