December 3, 2007

REFLECTING ON GOD'S PROMISES

Have you ever traveled down, down, down into any dark valleys yourself? Can you remember a time of panic? Of suffering and sorrow? Of terror as darkness seemed to overshadow you and swallow you up as you journeyed into the unknown?

I can pinpoint a few personal dark times myself.

1. Getting "The Phone Call". My sister had been killed in an auto accident.

2. Sitting by my mother-in-laws deathbed listening to my husband say goodbye.
3. Getting "The Phone Call" My brother had been killed in a train accident.
4. Several days at my father's bed side after he had a heart attack. Wondering if I was going to lose him.
5. Several "mothering times when things didn't seem to be going in the right direction.

Yes, I've known darkness. I have tasted fear. I have lived it in those moments. The ray of sunshine was and is. I can and could praise God for those dark times. Why? Because I know something about of His promised presence. He was there with me every step of the way. I also know about His grace - it was sufficient for me in those terrifying times. It was His presence that enabled me to walk through those deep valleys of darkness and death.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...." (through being the key word) You do get through those valley's. Just keep walking don't stop . Never fail to keep walking. Don't falter. Don't ponder. Just proceed. WALK!!!! Believe me when I say....it is so much easier said than done. But keeping WALKING.

I would love to hear from you. How has the Good Shepherd lead you through the valley?

2 comments:

annie said...

I've experienced a few very dark times, the worst being the weeks following Izzy's accident (and the moments following her accident), but God has brought me through all of them and I praise him for the strength He pours out on me.
blessings~
annie

Mel's World said...

My oldest son woke up one morning before school (6th grade) have seizures. We had him airlifted to the nearest Children's Hospital where he almost dies 3 times. He spent 51 days in the PICU and it was absolutely the WORST time of my life. I have been through the valley of the shadow of death and walked through (no, I take that back...I was CARRIED through) and am now on the other side. My son, is now 13 1/2 years old, happy, healthy (except he now has diabetes, as a result to the trauma on his body), and is stronger in his faith than ever before.

Now we are walking through another valley as we (my husband & I) have stepped out of ministry (we are both pastors) at a church that our family has been at for over 19 years.

I fear not because I know the Creator of the Universe...