One evening I was on my way home after an unusually busy day's work; I felt exceedingly wearied and sore depressed. Swiftly and suddenly as a lightning flash, the scripture came to me: "My grace is sufficient for thee.”
I reached home and looked it up in my Bible, and then it came to me this way: "My grace is sufficient for thee," and I said, "I should think it is, Lord!”
Then I burst out laughing, for it seemed to make unbelief so absurd. It was as though some little fish was very thirsty, but was troubled about drinking the river Thames dry. Then Father Thames said: "Drink away, little fish! My stream is sufficient for thee.”
Perhaps a mouse in the granaries of Egypt, after seven years of plenty, feared it might die of famine. Joseph might say, "Cheer up, little mouse! My granaries are sufficient for thee.”
Again, a man away up yonder in a lofty mountain might say to himself: "I breathe so many cubic feet of air every year. Now I fear I shall exhaust the oxygen in the atmosphere.”
The earth might well answer, "Breathe away, O man! Fill your lungs to the full. My atmosphere is sufficient for thee.”
Oh, Christian friends, be great believers! Little faith will take your souls to heaven, but great faith will bring heaven to your souls.