It might surprise you. You may not understand it. But I live in confinement. The bars that surround me are not made of rod. Nor do I wear a uniform or have officers guarding. Nevertheless, it does not change my confinement. I am constraint by disappointments, shattered dreams, loss and sorrow. Now, I admit that I could join those who revolt, and become part of the crowd that leads the uprising. I have free will. Except, that I know who is in charge. I see him often, so I submit to his leading.
During my days of incarceration, I have acquired illness, an ever increasing workload and hours of prolonged battle. Most days are accompanied by threats, conflicts and intimidation. When there is silence, all He hears is the sobbing. Sobbing and pleas. Pleas for strength; pleas for protection; pleas for courage to continue; pleas for deliverance. Because He is so kind; as He answers, I get to see Him.
And that is how I am comforted. I am comforted and sustained. I am renewed so I may continue. I give him thanks for I have the honor of seeing Him. Yet, I continue to pray for deliverance. And as I do, I say like David:
Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
Psalm 142:7
Copyright 08/2011
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