God's Strength Instead of My Own
By: Kristine Brown "It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them." - Psalm 44:3 NIV I stood waist-deep in the shallow end, splashing around with my four-year-old. His contentment lasted only a few moments before he was ready to move on to bigger challenges. With his arm floaties firmly in place, he eyed the water slide across the Olympic-sized city pool. I assessed the situation. It was a long way around to the other side. And if we exited the pool now, no doubt the scorched pavement would burn his tender feet as we made the trek over there. I devised a plan I felt sure wouldn't fail. "I'm a strong swimmer," I thought. So I hoisted my little sidekick on my back and told him to hold on tight to Mommy. A little extra effort on my part, and we'd be sliding down that slide in no time. A few yards toward deep water, we heard a loud whistle blow. The lifeguard saw what I was trying to do and stopped us for our own safety. | 
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