I begin this day to write my joy book. On the first page I place my beautiful experience in the morning silence. Tomorrow I shall have something still more beautiful to write, and again the day after-until my book, like my cup of blessings, will be too full to hold my grateful praise. THOUGHT FOR THE MONTH OF DECEMBER "I have the Courage that defies fail ure." I AM FILLED and thrilled with power, as I keep repeating these words in the SILENCE. Armies invisible are gathered around me, and I feel I can go forth with strength undreamed of, so strong has grown my consciousness of God. I know this power is not my own. It is the power that always lived. The power that holds the worlds. The power which, when once permeated, makes the frailest vessels strong. Of myself I can do nothing, but I remember what Moses said when the voice of God called him through the purifying fires. "Who am I that I should do this deed?" I feel the voice has called me, yet like Moses of old, I have made the same reply. But now I remember that Moses, timid, weak and leaning, went forth linked with the great "I AM," and was able to defy failure. Even when pursued by an army, he was able to pass through the waters, untouched; able to lead the children of Israel, and make the terrible wilderness endurable, because the Lord of hosts was with him. Like Moses, I have ever before me the vision of the promised land. I know I have been placed on this plane with a mission and I shall continue to have faith in my God-given ability, which will lead me through all obstacles to obtain my goal. I think of the courage of Daniel, when he dared to strike a blow in the face of temporal power, and say, "I will not eat of the meat of the king's table. I will serve my God, and not worship the image," and when he dared to pray aloud by the open window. I know that I must live what I believe. That my life must be an open book, even though it give opportunity to those who read it, to pick flaws, to find fault and to criticize adversely. They come against me with a sword and spear. I face them in the name of the Lord of Hosts, and because the Lord of Hosts is love, my weapons therefore are stronger than theirs, and will enable me to pass them by, and go my way. I know that every human being who ever accomplishes anything, refuses to see the Alps ahead. He prepares for victory, and goes after it. I picture what I want to accomplish, and I say, "With God all things are possible." I dwell on the ALL because it cuts out limitation, and brings me into a stronger consciousness of the promise, "Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, He will give it you." I realize that there is not a barrier but what God's power expressed through me, can break. I give my hand into His, and look with fearless eyes towards the future. My faith and my belief grow stronger, as I keep repeating, "I have the courage that defies failure.' Laughing at what the world calls impossibilities, I go right in to win. Tho' the castles I have built, may, in the eyes of others, seem to fall, I know it is only because I shall build bigger and grander by and by. I dwell in my Ark of safety, not looking at the floods, but keeping my eyes steadfastly on the rainbow in the sky, the promise of God's help written in the brightest colors. I know that when I am best prepared, the door of my heart's desire shall swing open, |