The other night as I was trying to sleep these thoughts kept rolling through my head and heart. I believe they are meant to be shared for someone that may be in a dark part of their journey.
I once lived in a dark, dark pit where there was no light and there was no hope. But God had mercy on me and saw fit to rescue and deliver me. Have you had a ‘but God’ moment? Not a day goes by that I forget the pit from which the Lord brought me. While I remember the pit, I don’t stay focused on the pit. I’m not meant to stare at that place for nothing good was there and nothing good will come from focusing on that place. I stay focused on the God that brought me out. So, in my daily life I can’t help but praise and worship the God that saved my life in so many ways. I can’t help but think of Him and feel a rush of gratitude. The gratitude isn’t reserved for a season or a specific date. My gratitude flows freely daily because of who God is to me.
If you have been brought out of a dark place, I have a question. Do you remember what it was like living in the dark? Do you remember what it was like to have no one in control? Do you remember what it was like dreading facing another day? If so, I have a challenge for you. Look back, but not at the dark pit. Look back and remember the God that rescued and delivered you. Remember the God that made you new. Remember the God that healed your heart. And while you’re looking back and remembering the God that brought you through it until you were all the way out of it, praise Him, worship Him. Give Him unending signs of your gratitude. The show of gratitude makes the mended places stronger.
My heart is healed and whole, but there are scars. Those scars are meant for one thing and one thing only. Those scars were meant to be shared. The scars are not just from the journey. The scars are FOR the journey. They were meant to inspire hope in others. Those of us that have been to dark places and in deep pits are like Jacob (Genesis 32). We have wrestled with God and we will forever walk with a limp because of it. But that limp isn’t to cripple us. The limp is to be an opportunity to share our testimony. It’s a sign of our victory. You never know the hope that testimony will inspire in another.
I can’t help but think about the people that “knew me when”. They must be completely dumbfounded by the ‘who I was’ in contrast with the ‘who I am’. I pray that they will feel inspired and know the God that rescues and delivers because of the transformation in me. I pray that all that know my battles will see my victory and be a witness to my praise and worship in the midst of the storm. I pray they will be encouraged in whatever storm they are facing. I pray they can join me in shouting praises to my God (even before the victory).
When I praise, worship and pray, I can’t stop myself from saying…
Thank you, Lord, that you rescue!
Thank you, Lord, that you deliver!
Thank you, Lord, that you restore!
Thank you, Lord, that you redeem!
Thank you, Lord, that you make all things new!
Thank you, Lord, that you free us!
Thank you, Lord! Hallelujah!
My praise and prayer isn’t just for what I have been rescued from. It’s also for the next one to be rescued, delivered, restored, redeemed, made new and freed! Every time I praise, I know that God is already working on rescuing and delivering another one of my brothers or sisters. Every time I praise, I trust that He’s all ready for my next storm. He’s prepared to bring me through it again and again. And He’s prepared to fight your next battle bringing you through it again and again!
“God rescued us from dead-end alleys and dark dungeons.
He’s set us up in the kingdom of the Son he loves so much,
the Son who got us out of the pit we were in,
got rid of the sins we were doomed to keep repeating.”
Colossians 1:13-14 (MSG)