I awoke at 2:25 am this morning in a cold sweat at tears running down my face. Even my pajamas had been torn as I had twisted around in my bed, witnessing probably the most horrific nightmare I'd ever dreamed. Filthy images of dismembered bodies and their murderers still filled my sight when I closed my eyes, and I curled, trembling, trying to recite scripture to calm myself down. When all the trite verses had been said, my fear was stil there. So I reached for my light, grabbed my glasses and a bible, with the selfish intention of just distracting myself for a while.
I had no idea what God had in store.
What began with a short skimming of verses from a concordance I have (God's promises and answers) lead to an emotional return for this prodigal child. I know many of you did not know, but for months now I have struggled to stay with the Lord. Hardship, frustration, stress and even physical illness has made it harder and harder for me to believe in a "God of All Comfort" when there was no divine comfort. Likewise, I scoffed inwardly at passages like "I will never forsake you". I felt my heart cry out continually "Yeah, well if you promised to never leave, then where are you?". To make a long story short, weeks of frustratingly empty prayers lead to no prayers at all, and meaningless biblical passages lead to my bible sitting beside my bed, sealed closed.
But last night, as I began to read promises about not to give us over to fear...here my eloquence must stop. I can't explain what happened, or describe that feeling. I felt no presence, heard no voice...nothing we might typically think of. But regardless, I felt relieved and was keen enough to recognize the source was God. Regret and anger at my faithless self ran over into prayers for forgiveness, and though I had to sleep with the light on like a child again, at least I could sleep.
Part of me wants to say, "yeah good story, but that feeling won't last". And no, it probably won't. But God commanded us to tell of His good works, remember His love, and obey Him through all times. I don't want to be merely a surface believer and only call on God when I can't sleep. I'd rather go to bed each night and know that yeah, maybe today wasn't how I meant to be, but Christ's not through with me yet.
"I sought the Lord and He heard me, and delivered me from my fears"--Psalm 34:1-4