My fuel comes from the Bible. In fact, I know I would not have made it through the week without it! We moved my Father-in-law to Hospice care on Friday night and I took comfort in my Bible.
Every time I felt weak, the words make me stronger. When I was tired, the scriptures energize me. In my time of need, I was granted help from its words. When I was depleted, the Psalms lift me. As I searched for wisdom, Proverbs guided me. When I needed perspective Ecclesiastes 3:1-9 reminded me, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. …”
The Bible has been my fuel. It cost me nothing. It fed my soul. It helped me through these difficult days. It guided me through the darkness and it restored my soul!