I was leaving the exit ramp, merging my way into traffic, when suddenly I noticed a semitrailer truck bearing down on me. I was already too far into the lane for the truck to pass, and any delay on my part could have proved risky. So, like any good road jockey, I accelerated. I put the peddle to the metal, and my supercharged foreign model left that behemoth in the dust. A correction appeared in the July 2003 Journal: "On page 26 of the May issue, the word pedal should have been used in place of the homonym peddle."This momentary use of power felt good. And, thankfully, I wasn't timid about exercising it.
There's another kind of power that provides a freeing and positive response. It's the power of prayer—and I can recall times when I've not been timid about using it, either. It's quieter than the combustion chamber in a car engine, but it has tremendous force and has always brought great results.
I pray because this is how I feel God strengthening and comforting me. Often I need deeper understanding, and the infinite Mind, called God, gives me fresh insights and assurance.
