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Christian Short Stories
A Call In The Wilderness
When I arrived home, I kicked off my shoes, sat on the sofa and took a deep breath. What a day! What a week! What a year! Come to think of it, what a lifetime! Depression had again crept up, coming down upon me so heavily; it was as if the dark cloud of failure above me was devouring the little serenity I had left. The heaviness in my heart opened the door to deeper feelings of hopelessness and despair, if that was even possible. I felt like one of the Israelites trapped in the wilderness, never to see the promised land. Right now, I am ready to give up...to call it quits! Life is just too hard to deal with. The world is so ugly I just can’t bear to live another miserable day in my miserable existence! What is the point of living anyway...what difference am I making to anyone...to the world? What is the point of just existing? What is my purpose in this life...and...besides, does anyone care? Does God? The enemy (satan) has taken advantage of my misery and bombarded my mind with desperate thoughts of doom and gloom. But the most heartbreaking part of this trial is that I have allowed him to do so. I have allowed the enemy to steal my joy, my peace, my dreams...have I allowed him to steal my faith as well? I’ve read many books and heard many from the pulpit say that nothing pleases God more than our faith, even if it’s the size of a mustard seed. At this moment, that is the size of my faith. I realize what God is trying to tell me – my faith, even though it is very small, has the ability to grow, and that pleases Him. Therefore, somehow, in some way, a ray of light has penetrated the darkness and is shining in the darkest moment of my sorrow - a spark of hope has touched my wounded heart. Then God spoke to my spirit in a small still voice, and said, “What you have been feeling is not the truth! My Child, you are my most precious possession. I have and will always love you.”
God went on to remind me that He gave His only begotten Son to die for me. Even though we stumble, even though we fall from grace, God still loves us with an everlasting love. When we fall on our knees and pray, we are in His presence. When Jesus breathed His last breath at Calvary, God, our heavenly Father, in His great compassion, gave all of humanity a Savior, a Redeemer. He gave everyone on earth a best friend. He gave the world His Son, Jesus Christ. When death was close at hand, Jesus saw each and every one of us. In his omnipotence, in his omnipresence He saw ALL OF US before His eyes. And when death finally came, God, the Father, gave His son’s death as a gift to the world. This most precious gift will bless us forever because we will be in His presence for all eternity. All we have to do to receive this special gift is to invite Jesus Christ into our hearts as our Lord and Savior, and give Him our pain and suffering, our cares, our needs, and our desires; all we have to do is give Him - our lives. We have a choice to accept negative thoughts and speak negative words over ourselves, OR, we can choose to look upward and proclaim the blessings and promises of God over our lives.
You can find the blessings and the promises of God throughout His Word, the Bible. Our words create our future, therefore, we should always speak God’s words over our loved ones...over our life...over our destiny. And, keep in mind that we only have today, for yesterday is gone and tomorrow hasn’t come yet. Make the difference in your life by proclaiming God’s promises and blessings TODAY. Read and meditate on His Word found in the Holy Bible. Remember, when you are feeling low, when life seems too much to bear, take a moment and think about the special gift the Father gave to you, to me, and to all of humanity. Sometimes, it may seem God is absent from our lives, but in reality, He is only a breath away, and one day we will stand face to face with our Savior. Just that thought alone brings a smile to my face. (© 2011 Connie Lanyon-Roberts – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
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