Running into the arms of Almighty God.
I would like to share with you a story I was reading from E.M. Bounds about prayer. I think you will enjoy this as much as I do!"A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the chase, told me the following story: "Rising early one morning, he said, I heard the baying of a score of deer-hounds in pursuit of their quarry. Looking away to a broad, open field in front of me, I saw a young fawn making its way across, and giving signs, moreover, that its race was well-nigh run. Reaching the rails of the enclosure, it leaped over and crouched within ten feet from where I stood. A moment later two of the hounds came over, when the fawn ran in my direction and pushed its head between my legs. I lifted the little thing to my breast, and swinging round and round, fought off the dogs. I felt, just then, that all the dogs in the West could not, and should not capture that fawn after its weakness had appealed to my strength. So is it, when human helplessness appeals to Almighty God. Well do I remember when the hounds of sin were after my soul, until, at last, I ran into the arms of Almighty God.When you are afraid and do not know what to do, where do you run?