For six hours the vehicle gyrated, stuck in the miry clay, as efforts waxed and waned in attempts to get it out of the deep forest. Unknown to us, those we were trying to reach had an alternative route but were forced to come back our way because of a flooded river. The problem they encountered became our lifeline.

?Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.? Psalm 69: 14 (KJV)

Somehow, He will deliver His children.
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Tuesday, December 27, 2005.

Emailed on Thursday, November 15, 2007 (by Osamudiamen)