Lyrics: Mary E. Maxwell1. How I praise Thee, precious Savior,
That Thy love laid hold of me;
Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me
That I might Thy channel be.
2. Just a channel full of blessing,
To the thirsty hearts around;
To tell out Thy full salvation
All Thy loving message sound.
Channels only, blessed Master,
But with all Thy wondrous power
Flowing through us, Thou canst use us
Every day and every hour.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The way to hell is paved with good intentions
sometimes I just can't handle it! I love my students in such a complete and special sort of love. I want to help them and hold them and carry as much of their burdens as possible...but it's too much. I can't love them enough. I can't help everybody. I can feel sympathy and care for students who are being raised by their grandparents because their parents left them. I can hurt with the students who are from a poorer family and don't have the same opportunities as the other students. I can sympathize with the students who are so unsure about themselves and who feel so unimportant...but that's all I can do! I want to do more, but I can't. For me this is a new sort of torture when I can feel the pain and the needs of those around me and yet I can't do anything to help.
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I understand this post. and I've always loved that hymn since I heard it a few years ago.
ReplyDeleteI think that's why God gave us arms...to hug them. Kids are so simple in some ways, they don't require much. Just love. An you got that. God's using it, believe me. The evidence is on your hand. :-)
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