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My darkest hours do not represent a day in time, when horrible things happened to me on earth. 2 Peter 3:8 is a reminder that God is not bound by time and space.
"But do not forget this one thing, dear friends; With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day."
My darkest hour represents the darkest place in my heart--the part that convinces me to despair. No breakthroughs for you, Wendy. You'll never get past this. Part of me believes the lie, though most of me knows better.
And so, it is I who leaves a part of my heart withering in the dark. Not God, who's always reaching for me with loving arms. He longs to pull me out of the pit that deceives me into fearing that this time, darkness overshadows divine Light. Over and over, the pit whispers, "Avenge yourself, protect yourself!"
But Light whispers too. He tells me what to pray. "I believe Lord, help me with my unbelief." (Mark 9:24 NIV) And in that moment, Light pierces me. I am re-wounded. The blood of an unhealed wound is absorbed in the blood of Christ. I am consecrated and suddenly, all things are possible in Him. (Matthew 9:26 NIV)
Miraculously, an incident that hurt for a thousand years, is put in its rightful place--a day. I gain eternal perspective.
Question: If you have something in your heart with which you struggle to trust God, will you consider going to Him and telling Him how you feel? Close with this beautiful prayer, "I believe Lord, help me with my unbelief."
Published on Wednesday, January 28, 2015 @ 11:24 AM CDT