Growing up, my parents followed a morning
ritual that involved the entire family. After
breakfast and before my brother and I raced
out the door, Mother reminded us, "Wait, you
haven't read a promise."
She would reach inside the kitchen cabinet
and produce a tattered box that held a batch
of small cards with promises taken from the
Bible. At the time, I didn't realize the
impact those promises held. But years latter
when I had my own family, they got me through
crisis after crisis. The comfort held in that
tiny box is insurmountable.
For instance, today I learned my brother is
having serious heart problems. "I can't lose
him now, Lord." I prayed. "Please step in and
help." Automatically, I reached for my box of
promises. It wasn't far. "Let not your heart
be troubled, neither let it be afraid." (John
14:27 KJV)
A simple box full of God's promises can bring
hope when no one else can.
---- A.R. Graber