“At last the storm gradually died down, the clamor on the mountains ceased, and it was time to resume the journey. However the weather had broken completely, and though the storm itself was over, thick mist and cloud remained, shrouding everything on the heights. When they started, the mist was so thick that they could see only trees on either side of the narrow path and even they look ghostly and unreal. The rest of the forest was simply swallowed up and entirely lost to sight, veiled in a cold and clammy white curtain” ~ Hannah Hurnard, Hinds Feet in High Places
What happens in the midst of the Christian journey when sight is ripped from your eyes and you are ruthlessly left blinded and stunned? Me? I tried desperately to cling tightly to the Lord’s hand knowing that if I let go of it, for even the slightest moment, I would be completely lost. Clinging to my Saviour, I begged Him to slow down, to maybe even stop and to comfort me; to let me cry on His shoulder. My loving Saviour heard my cry, ceased to move me forward, comforting me and for 3 hours I poured my heart out to Him while He listened. I told Him my thoughts, my feelings and then I asked Him to reveal himself and allow me, for just a moment, to catch a glimpse, or even just a memory, of His beautiful self and of that glorious place I know I am headed by His side.
The process of receiving my spiritual sight back seemed long. He started us on our Journey again, telling me to hold on and to trust Him. For three days I gripped His hand, not knowing where we were going and gradually, He gave me the ability to see my surroundings. While we had not traveled to a mountain top, I was not in a scarey place as I thought I might have been. My surroundings were lush and green, there were so many benefits to where I was at. No, I still cannot see the path very far ahead of me, I do not know where exactly I am headed, but I have seen my Saviours presense and I know that with this, I walk beside Him content.
Paul says: “Remember that Jesus Christ of the seed of David was raised from the dead according to my gospel: Wherein I suffer trouble, as an evil doer, even unto bonds; but the word of God is not bound. Therefore I endure all things for the elect’s sakes, that they may also obtain the salvation which is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory. It is a faithful saying: For if we be dead with him, we shall also live with him: If we suffer, we shall also reign with him: if we deny him, he also will deny us: If we believe not, yet he abideth faithful: he cannot deny himself.” 2 Timothy 2:8-14
This is light to my soul. I am challenged by Paul to live my life, no matter the circumstances for God’s glory because as he states “The Word of God is not bound” Oh the beauty of this statement. What freedom there is in dark times. There is incredible joy dwelling in me, even in the midst of blinding circumstances.
What a faithful God we have!
~ Brooke Martens