There are brushes of providence that leave us shaken. Dark strokes that seem to consume and overwhelm the painting of this piece called Life.
And when the darkness is pushed below and the brighter strokes of providence begin again we look back, terrified at the yawning, groping darkness that almost swallowed us.
We look up, relieved that the Light of the World will never let the darkness overcome us. Because He has overcome the darkness for us.
And then we walk forward, humbly, realizing the weakness of our frame and the greatness of our God. And we rejoice in Emmanuel, the Light that shines through the thickest of nights. The one who dwells with us even while we grope through the darkness.
Have you felt those dark arrows of Satan that are shot at the believer’s hearts? Arrows that tell you there is no future for you. That sorrow will reign and chronic illness will have the last word. The flaming lie that whispers “Your Jesus is not enough for this,” and your heart chills with fear at the path before you. Faith seems foolish. Will we succumb?
I would. But Jesus. Fly to Him.
We don’t plan on dark arrows and sorrow when we begin life, do we? Postpartum depression and palliative care were not in my plans. I want to run from this sorrow. I want to bury my head under my pillow every time I hear him cough and empty his lungs just to fill again. I’m tempted to shrink back. To believe the lie that Jesus is not enough, that the sorrow of life surpasses the joy we have in Christ. And I would if not for the grace and preservation that God gives liberally to each one in Christ. He keeps me when I cannot keep myself.
Do you see? Even in these despairing places the cover of Life is all around us. He may let the darkness cover us, our souls may feel like they will never breathe again, but they will! This is but a slight covering of night that He will use to further awaken us to glory. Be patient in the nights of life; shout the words of truth into the them and know your night has already been conquered by Him who endured the darkest of all nights.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18