It’s been a looooong nine months. When we began this pandemic living on March 13, I, like so many, commanded this virus to end. But after awhile, I felt like the Lord said, “We are going to be in this a while and you need to prosper in the storm.”
So I taught that. I tried to live that truth. I was optimistic (most of the time.)
On November 3, I felt a peace come upon me and I felt as if the Lord said, “Things are about to get better. Hold on.” I shared that word with my Bible Study and we have begun to see some barren areas bear fruit.
Yet, even though I believe the word God spoke to me in November, this morning I am tired. Mentality tired. Physically tired. Spirituality tired. Emotionally tired. I feel like a woman in labor. I know I need to push, I just don’t have the strength to push. I know what God is about to birth is beautiful, wonderful, beyond my imagination, but I want to give it all up for comfort now.
But then God reminded me of this truth:
“But we are not those who draw back and are destroyed, but those who have faith and are saved.”
Hebrews 10:39 CSB
I am not a quitter.
The writer of Hebrews will go on and remind his readers of their faith-filled ancestors. The same Spiritual DNA possessed by Abraham, Sarah, David, Moses, and Rahab is alive and well within us. They believed and persevered through much more difficult circumstances than this pandemic.
They pushed. I can push.
They persevered. I can persevere.
Hold on Saints, it’s about to get better!
““Will I bring a baby to the point of birth and not deliver it?” says the Lord; “or will I who deliver, close the womb?” says your God.”
Isaiah 66:9 CSB