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More than a Trial

It’s funny how one minute you can feel on top of the world; full of hope; favored of God; full of life and love, and the next, like your sufficating from fear, depression, anger, unforgiveness, feelings of betrayal, feelings of lonliness, weakness, pain, and despair. It can happen. At the blink of an eye, it can overtake you. When you least expect it. Just when you thought life was getting better; just when you were getting ready to take the next step on the ladder of fulfillment, the next step can crack and send you back to the bottom of the ladder; back to the rock bottom of the sea of despair where the sharks of temptation swim around your head and snap at your flesh.

The word “trial” doesn’t even do it justice. Your faith isn’t just “tested,” it is weakened to the point of doubt and despair. No light at the end of the tunnel. No releif from the emotional suffication; the soul does not stop it’s heaving; it comes in waves; it comes with crushing power; it comes relentlessly; ripping up your insides like internal poison ivy; like a soul-quake; a heart attack; a mack truck of pain rolling over the finest parts of your soul, steeling your joy, sucking your hope up like a death vacuum, cracking your most inner shell like it was made out of plastic, shattering your peace like a brick shatters a car windom, leaving bullet holes in your gut like a roothless drive-by of angry gangbanger retaliatation, leaving you in a puddle of blood, on the torture rack, chopped to peaces, melted in the microwave of affliction.
When it comes, you can have a million friends who run to your rescue, and yet none of them will be able to comfort. They bring you water you cannot drink, they bring you medicine you cannot take, they bring you gifts you cannot accept, they bring you food you cannot eat, they bring you advice you cannot take, soap that does not make clean, lights that do not shine, songs that cannot be sung, glasses that fail to focus the eyes, clothes that do not take away the nakedness, coats that do not warm, lotion that does not stop the flesh from cracking, scissors that cannot cut off the pain, cars that do not start the engine of faith, and words without meaning. They surround you like media surrounds a press conference, yet you are all alone in a black hole of darkness. They pray over you, yet you feel far from God. They look upon you with compassion, yet you feel unloved. No one hears you crying; no one understands the pain. Like a man who watches the sun set, they see you falling and can do nothing. They throw you life lines you cannot grab, send you supplies you cannot use. They are helpless; you are helpless; all you can do is grit the teeth of your soul and wait.
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3 Comments

  1. Ricky Love says:

    Brad, God sometimes brings us to these points and strips us of all hope, strips us of everything, strips us of being able to go to others for comfort and from them being able to comfort us. Like Paul said, “Indeed, we had the sentence of death within ourselves so that we would not trust in ourselves, but in God who raises the dead (2 Cor 1:9.” God delivers us from great sin by delivering us over to great pain and trails, sins “like self-trust.” It’s hard to trust in yourself when you have been lower than ever before. But the only one you can trust is the one inflicting you, trusting in His sovereign love and purpose.

    Anyway, don’t let Satan don’t talk trash about you to God. He said about Job, “Does Job fear God for nothing?” He says the same things about us. He thinks there are other reasons we fear God, not just because He is God, but because will feel so blessed and have things, money, health, and relationships. God says, “OK, we’ll see.” God allows Job to have all these things ripped from Him. I don’t think Job got ever these things in a night, but one things was for sure, his fear of God did not come from these things. “The Lord gives the Lord takes away blessed be the name of the Lord.”

    There is one more things we can do besides wait Brad, trust!

  2. Ryan S. says:

    Your blog is so much more spiritual than mine at the moment.

  3. brandon thomas says:

    hey email me its brandon thomas

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