Hope In Jesus
In fact, as soon as she heard about him, a woman whose little daughter was possessed by an evil spirit came and fell at his feet. The woman was a Greek, born in Syrian Phoenicia. She begged Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter.
"First let the children eat all they want," he told her, "for it is not right to take the children's bread and toss it to their dogs."
"Yes, Lord," she replied, "but even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs."
Then he told her, "For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter."
-- Mark 7:25-29
Some seasons are just hard. You work and work and work. You dream and hope and you work some more. And nothing seems to change. Nothing. Things don't get worse but they don't get better either.
That's where the seeds of doubt are planted. Is this really where I'm supposed to be? Is this really what God has called me to do? Will God really make a way through this darkness?
I want to believe. I want to trust. But deep inside I am so aware that I don't deserve His help. I don't deserve His direction. I don't deserve His love. And yet He gives freely to me.
I am so grateful. Always, so grateful. Even amid the doubts and indecision, I am thankful He is there. He hears my cries. I know He does. So where is He? I find myself looking desperately for just a word, a sign, some kind of movement that will reassure me that I'm on the right path.
Or not. Because He might close a door. But if He does, He'll open another path. I know that. Deep inside I know that. But some days it doesn't feel that way. Some days it seems as though I'm walking on a ledge, in danger of going over the side at any moment, and I'm not sure that He will catch me. Fear grips my soul and I struggle to push it down. He will catch me. I know He will. He promised and He always keeps His promises.
Faith. It's all about faith. Satan seeks to steal that from me. I refuse that path. I cry out. He is there. Always He is there.
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