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I Am Able

More bad dreams, the King continued to lay upon his bed and suffer such peculiar visions. What did all of it mean? Once again he called for his wisest of the wise men and found that they were just as stumped as he. But Daniel finally came, and with him came relief. The King remembered that this one was able, this one had done the impossible task before, even retelling his dream and revealing the meaning. The King's confidence soared, "you are able. . . "

It's a simple phrase that says so much. It seems to empower the weakest in the moment of need, at always just the right time. I watched that as the Olympic downhill skier prepared herself for the pending race. The TV camera caught her going through the motions of skiing down the hill, her arms and body all in sync as she visualized her moves. No doubt that has to be terrifying to stare down that steep mount and realize you have a faster time to beat, and the course has had its hazards as those right before you have had so many falls and crashes. Yet, there she goes with lightening speed and strength, crisp around the curves, and flying with sharp precision through the air. In the end, she won, even with a banged up,partially healed bruise within her shin. Yes,she was able. . .

Yet, ironically when I am wanting to be the one who is able, I find instead that I am completely disabled and handicapped. My ability is challenged with obstacles, all beyond my control; I find myself susceptible to bumps along life's path and fear a fatal crash. But, though that's how I feel, God's Word tells me that I have a Savior who is able and can enable me when my mind and heart are faint. I am only able because He alone is able. . .

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