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Windmills

Windmills don't move.  They stand alone.  That wheel spins, and spins, and spins, but it gets nowhere.  However, on the inside electricity is being created for great currents of strength.

I've been going like that windmill.  Seemingly I am going nowhere, but it is Christ that resurrects great power and strength inside of me that I cannot see.  His work is powerful and will be used for a noble purpose, even if I cannot see it being formed.

"He said to me, 'You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will display my splendor.'"--Isaiah 49:3

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