There are desperate moments in life when it seems all hope is lost. The circumstances are overwhelming and there seems to be no way or reason to go forward. It happens to good men and bad men alike. I have been fortunate to have only seldom felt that way. Tears flow, headaches follow, sleeplessness accompanies the nights. Then, sometimes slowly, things change, healing occurs, friends come near and what to do becomes clear again. This is life. Imagine how badly Jesus’ family, friends and the disciples felt when he died. All that could be done was follow the generous man named Joseph to a borrowed tomb, then wait on a Sabbath.
And a man named Joseph, who was a member of the Council, a good and righteous man (he had not consented to their plan and action), a man from Arimathea, a city of the Jews, who was waiting for the kingdom of God— this man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. And he took it down and wrapped it in a linen cloth, and laid Him in a tomb cut into the rock, where no one had ever lain. Luke 23:50-53 NASB
How has my faith in God served me in desperate times? When I don’t know the way forward, how confident am I that God still does?
God, as this continues- I think about so many who are feeling financially, physically (health), or emotionally desperate. Would you whisper words of assurance and promises from Your Word that remind them, there is a way forward.
