I pray that God sends us a few people with what the Americans call "grit"—people who, when they know something is right, won’t turn away, won’t give up, and won’t stop. These are the ones who will persevere even more when faced with difficulties or opposition; who remain steadfast in their loyalty to

their Master when they’re opposed; who, the more pressure they face, the stronger they become; who, like a bow, the further the string is drawn back, the more powerfully it shoots its arrows. The more they’re challenged, the more they’ll rise to fight for the truth against falsehood.

When the good shepherd found the lost sheep, he didn’t drive it back or even lead it back. It was too tired and worn out to make it to the fold on its own, so he carried it. That’s how it was with me—I couldn’t take another step, so I looked to the Great

Shepherd, and I was peacefully brought into his fold without any further effort. "Love on its shoulders joyfully did lay Me, weary with the greatness of my way." Look to Him, dear seeking reader, and it will be the same for you.