She rose from bed; it was 2:00 a.m. and the house seemed cloaked in gray with only the faint glow of a streetlight to penetrate what would have otherwise been thick darkness. The ambiance seemed to fit her mood – bleak, tired, weary of well doing, but not yet despairing to the point of anguish. Thankfully, the shadowy light from outside guided her footsteps.
She praised God for that glow - that flicker of something else coming through the trees as they tossed in the wind.
The waves of “whys” rolled inside her heart and soul like tidal waves, relentless in their quest to beat her down into pebbly pieces. Her strength seemed compromised; her desire and conviction crushed. Was this to be the rest of her life? Was she to be defined by struggling and suffering and discouragement? Was she to unsuccessfully support a waning, hurting person while compromising her own dreams?
How could she think at a time like this, let alone pray? What did God want from her, with her? How could she give more than she had already given? Wasn’t there another way to live, another way to love and be loved in the midst of crisis?
She clicked on the kitchen light above the stove and a softness spread throughout the room. Out of the refrigerator came the peanut butter and jelly, the loaf of bread – the sweet, carbohydrate-laden pacifier. Something must fill the emptiness inside. Something must console the shaking.
Her rational mind told her that God has always been faithful and would continue to be, that His plan could not fail, that the Holy Spirit was her advocate – even as she gorged on peanut butter, feeling sicker and more repulsed with every bite. It seemed her heart momentarily weakened and even failed, sinking into a sadness that felt burdened by a heavy constriction – like the pressing weight of a wine press, squeezing every last drop from a barrel of swollen, overripe grapes.
Of course there would be tomorrow. Of course God would show up; there would be a rescue, complete with restored hope. God would resurrect this night. He would bring purpose out of this pain. But for now, disappointment consumed her. Disappointment in circumstances; disappointment in herself; disappointment in the jar of peanut butter.
“Come, Lord Jesus, take this cup from me; “restore unto me the joy of your salvation”.
The night could be long, but dawn was sure to come. The warmth of His love would chase the darkness away and restore the brilliant conviction and trust that ruled her heart; she knew it.
This is the nature of an honest testimony.
copyright 2005 Beth Muehlhausen
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR, LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
Read more articles by Beth Muehlhausen or search for other articles by topic below.
Search for articles on: (e.g. creation; holiness etc.)Read more by clicking on a link:
Main Site Articles
Most Read Articles
Highly Acclaimed Challenge Articles.
New Release Christian Books for Free for a Simple Review.
NEW - Surprise Me With an Article - Click here for a random URL
God is Not Against You - He Came on an All Out Rescue Mission to Save You
...in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them... 2 Cor 5:19
Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Acts 13:38
LEARN & TRUST JESUS HERE
The opinions expressed by authors do not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Amen. That was a very nicely written and descriptive article. God bless ya, littlelight
"He would bring purpose out of this pain." Wow! He gives songs in the night. He illuminates the darkness. He has NEVER failed us yet. Raw honesty.