Sometimes I feel so small! I look at the things of the world and they seem so much bigger than me and even hopeless, really. And by the time the devil puts in his two cents worth, I’m plagued with doubts and fears. I don’t know why, but the bad things are always easier to believe. It’s always easier for me to believe that I will fail, rather than succeed.
Sometimes it’s hard to wait so many years for a prayer to be answered. It’s hard to keep believing when things continuously get worse, instead of better. It’s hard to believe the sun is coming up in the morning, during the darkest hour of the night. It’s hard to watch those you love suffer and stand by helplessly. It’s hard to watch a dream come crumbling down. However, it’s during the darkest hour of the night when God proves His love to me.
And sometimes, I believe, I just need to be reminded that God is in control. Regardless of my troubles, God has a plan. Regardless of my heartaches, God’s arms will always comfort me.
I can’t even imagine how fearful it was to walk through the middle of the sea, with nothing more than wind parting the water. I don’t think that had ever been done before. But by grace through faith God made it possible.
It reminds me that regardless of my sorrow and trial, God will deliver me and bless me far greater than I ever imagined. And every time that happens, I can’t wait to tell everyone who will listen—My God delivers again.