Can I be real for a minute? I have been quite discouraged recently. And this post is not going to be about coming out the other side. I am still in that place. I've personally been dealing with somethings where life, no matter how hard you work doesn't get better. And everywhere you turn - on the news, social media, the White House - there always is something else to take the wind out of your sails.
And when you are in the midst it is hard to see the other side.
As a Christian I know that trouble don't last always and that joy comes in the morning. I know the stories of Paul and Peter and John the Baptist who suffered much worse than I but discouragement is this animal that doesn't care about what you know it just pulls you under.
Its at these times that I pray harder. Its at these times when I cry the most tears. Its at these times that I recognize that my strength alone cannot change my situation. It is hard in these times.
But I have to remind myself that I have been here before and that God has brought me out. That in my weakness God is made strong. That in times of extreme pressure is when you become refined.
But I hate being here and if I knew how to get out of this place faster I would. I am thankful that I don't walk this road alone. That in my darkest times Jesus is my comfort, strength and hope. That on the days when I don't want to get out of bed God opens my my eyes and starts me on my way. That when I want to give up He lets me know, Damaris its not over yet. That as I seek to encourage myself God presses songs and scriptures of encouragement into my spirit.
So I cannot end this post saying that I have been delivered and I cannot say that everything is turned around for me. But I do know for certain that the sun will come out, that each day God has given me breath there are new mercies to be had and new lessons to learn. That because of God I have a reason to live. That no weapon formed against me shall prosper. That no matter who is in office or in authority over me God has the final say. Though my physical body may be enslaved by my circumstances, my soul is free.
Though I am discouraged now that is not my permanent state and I AM is with me.
And when you are in the midst it is hard to see the other side.
As a Christian I know that trouble don't last always and that joy comes in the morning. I know the stories of Paul and Peter and John the Baptist who suffered much worse than I but discouragement is this animal that doesn't care about what you know it just pulls you under.
Its at these times that I pray harder. Its at these times when I cry the most tears. Its at these times that I recognize that my strength alone cannot change my situation. It is hard in these times.
But I have to remind myself that I have been here before and that God has brought me out. That in my weakness God is made strong. That in times of extreme pressure is when you become refined.
But I hate being here and if I knew how to get out of this place faster I would. I am thankful that I don't walk this road alone. That in my darkest times Jesus is my comfort, strength and hope. That on the days when I don't want to get out of bed God opens my my eyes and starts me on my way. That when I want to give up He lets me know, Damaris its not over yet. That as I seek to encourage myself God presses songs and scriptures of encouragement into my spirit.
So I cannot end this post saying that I have been delivered and I cannot say that everything is turned around for me. But I do know for certain that the sun will come out, that each day God has given me breath there are new mercies to be had and new lessons to learn. That because of God I have a reason to live. That no weapon formed against me shall prosper. That no matter who is in office or in authority over me God has the final say. Though my physical body may be enslaved by my circumstances, my soul is free.
Though I am discouraged now that is not my permanent state and I AM is with me.
The Unlikely Missionary
DHW
Comments
Post a Comment