For the past year, I’ve been praying on a particular issue that continues to show no signs of change.
Have you ever prayed for something to the point that you end up running out of words to say? That’s me.
But driving to the office this morning there was a shift in my spirit when I remembered our savior’s journey to the cross.
The shift occurred as I was listening to Hillsong lyrics , it suddenly occurred to me that I’m not alone. Some have walked this journey of desperation before me. Looking at their journeys might just give me a fresh perspective. There was a time when all looked dark and gloomy for His disciples and followers. It felt like God was reminding me that He specializes in hopeless situations. That’s when He gets the glory. When we are weak He is strong.
The lyrics reminded me that the day after cruxifixction His body was bound and drenched in tears.
They laid Him down in Joseph’s tomb.
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone. Heavy stone putting a stamp on the fact that no one was coming out.
But then on the 3rd day the whole narrative changed:
On the third day at break of dawn, the Son of heaven rose again. O trampled death where is your sting?
The angels roar for Christ the King.
Oh Lord I believe. Help my unbelief. I know my case is no different. The same spirit that rose Him from the dead is in me. I know my 3rd day is around the corner. I know you will come through for me. I know you will make a way where there is no way. I know you not so many days from now I will be praising your name for the wonders you’ve done in my life. Thank you Lord that none will take the glory but only You.
It’s not over! You are here. You will resurrect every dead and barren situation in my life. Thank you that the day of fruitfulness is here.
In Jesus Name Amen.
Wells of Wonder 