Sometimes, the miracle doesn’t look like what we think it should. Sometimes we miss it completely because we’re looking for something else. Sometimes we can only see it in hindsight. Sometimes the miracle is simply rising up each time we fall or we’re pushed down by the enemy. Thank you Lord, for your miracles, no matter what they look like!
These are the words that hit me one day. Like a proverbial Mac truck! Times have been tough for my family, and for a lot of people I care for. It’s easy to see that we’re under attack ~ in our nation, in our families, in our jobs, in our character, and especially, in our Christian walk! And we know that this is a Spiritual battle.
The enemy hates us, is jealous of us, and is literally hell-bent on destroying us. He knows his time is short and he is pursuing us with a vengeance. So what do we do? We keep going, and praying, believing and praising. We keep on keepin’ on, rising up each time we’re taken down . . . for a time.
I have always believed that a person can endure or deal with most things if it’s only for a time. But when time goes on and on, and the attacks are relentless, when the burden is unbearably heavy, and there’s no reprieve, it’s easy to get weary. Deep down, doggone, wiped-out weary.
I’ve been there. My prayers, pleas, cries, and questions went unanswered. I believe in miracles. I’ve seen other people receive miracles. That last moment save, when all seemed lost, and the miracle happened to them. I rejoiced with them, while wondering, where was my miracle, my save?
I wrestled with God. I poured out my anger, pain, questions, and my blame; I just poured it all out. Repeatedly. Eventually, things got better. The assaults remain, but I’m feeling strengthened and victorious. Questions have been replaced by peace. It’s as if the large, dark and ominous cloud that hovered overhead has been pushed away and replaced by glorious Light. God showed me once again, that I am a victor, not a victim, an overcomer, not merely a survivor.
And finally I know, finally I get it. I received my miracle. I received the miracle of being able to rise up each time I was taken down. Yes, the fight was long, drawn-out, unyielding and brutal. Yes, the enemy won some battles. Yes, I suffered major casualties, but . . . I survived, got through and rose up, again and again and again. I was bruised and bloodied, but not defeated. I am now stronger for it. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that what the enemy meant for evil, God will use for good.
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. ~ Romans 8:37