When we are facing a trying time, whether it be a struggle within that seems to have no remedy. A time of unanswered prayer. A situation which tears our emotions to shreds. The uneasiness caused by a lack of understanding. Whatever the case, we must remember who cares.
Sometimes we have very few who care. Many times, people are so focused on themselves that they fail to see the one who needs a helping hand. It is pretty common for those who are really achieving to look past the one who isn’t. It is so easy to tell someone what they need to be doing, instead of standing by them through the pain. It is not easy to walk alone through a world where the hurts that we have are usually caused by other people.
We can choose to not let our pain consume us. It may take a day, a week, or possibly a year. Through all of the hurt, we may, or may not have a friend to lean on. A confidant to share our thoughts with. Someone to hug us. We can choose to make a better day by focusing on the things that bring us joy in the trial, but it may take a while. Sometimes people cannot just snap out of something. Sometimes we get so rooted in the hurt that it becomes a pit that we cannot find our way out of. There is no light at the surface, because the pit is so deep. We lose hope. We get to a place within that leaves us hollowed. We are weighed down by all of those things that keep us buried under the demons that haunt us.
This weekend, I fought a battle. It was through my Lord, the battle ended this morning.
I had a terrible nightmare which consisted of more than one terrible act of violence. It was gruesome, explicit and far from a place in which I usually choose to remain. It was a dream. It was a detailed glimpse into a world of unknown origin. It took me through a world that I would never choose to live. As I woke today, I sat and thought about the evil within my recollection of these disturbing images. It allowed me to see what my personal struggles of the last few weeks have led me to. I believe it is the nasty devil that weaves his way into my mind, pulling me further from the peace of God that I have had for many months prior.
It isn’t the first time these types of things have happened. The people start the process, my thoughts become negatively charged, I begin to think in ways that push me further from His love, and begin digging that deep pit of darkness. It won’t be the last time. It happens to the man or woman of fallen-flesh.
I realized this morning that it is okay. I always have a faithful master. Far more faithful than I am. More faithful than anyone on the earth. In fact, He never abandons me. He understands every aspect of my life. Every struggle. Every sin. Every emotion. Unlike people, He forgives me. He took that upon Himself at the cross. He stands beside me, carries me, and hugs me when no one else will. He listens to my story of a bad dream, and remembers when the devil tempted Him. He sees my attempts to be more like Him, and holds no grudge. He sees my heart, unlike the world at times.
There is a calmness within this morning. I haven’t had that for several days. But, within that pit which covered me with darkness, my Lord was there. He pushed me forward as I crawled back out. He helped me backfill that pit. He will walk beside me until I begin digging the inevitable next.
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. -Romans 8:38-39