My family and I faced a furnace blast of testing last year. We were refined over high heat, and I'm still trying to knock the smell of smoke off of me.
As hard as that was, I left a friend behind in the furnace. She has dealt with things in her life that I hope to never face, and many years later, she is still struggling to find hope in the midst of death and loss and pain.
Last night as I sat and prayed for her, I wondered:
What would I cling to if tragedy doesn't just strike but decides to take up permanent residence?
What would I do, if by no fault of my own, I lost something or someone that I loved...
And then the process began again.
If there were no mountains but only valleys. If death never seemed to find another target and loss and injury were my constant companions.
What would you do? What DO you do?
I hope, I really really hope, that I would cling to this:
Dark never wins. EVER.
Most of us know this too well: Dark is there. He likes to mock and hate and take. But that's all he can do, or at least try to do.
Because what he takes is redeemed. So even when he tries to be dark, he ends up being light.
Yep, the Life Light blazed out and rolled right over darkness.
So if you are going through the fire and the only light you see is stained with brimstone and heat, hang on.
Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.
Much love and many blessings, you smoke-stained beauty!