I need to go to Him, like this:

“And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him” (Matthew 5:1).

The load I bear still overwhelms me this morning. Just like it did yesterday. And the day before that, and . . . .

In a very small way, I feel like Solomon:

“I am but a little child: I know not how to go out or come in” (1 Kings 3:7).

“Give therefore thy servant an understanding heart to judge thy people, that I may discern between good and bad: for who is able to judge this thy so great a people?” (1 Kings 3:9).

So I need to go to my Teacher.

This should have been the entry for November 5, but I didn’t post til November 7 from Tucson International Airport. I’m on my way home from Mexico.