I woke up in the middle of the night last night. Nothing unusual. I usually fall right back to sleep. Not last night. As I shared a couple days ago, I’ve been on a mountaintop. I’m sensing that I’m starting to descend into the valley. I’ll be honest. The valley scares me. I woke up last night wondering how I can survive it. You see, I tend to be a quitter. When things get tough, I give up. Not on God, but on myself. Not something that builds a sense of pride and accomplishment in a person. I cried out to God. He calmed me enough to get back to sleep but it was a fitful sleep. This morning in my time with Him, I cried out again. He calmed me again.
Then, when I got in my car to run some errands, I heard God’s voice. In a sense it was an audible voice. When I turned on my radio, the very first words I heard were “God never gives up on you, why would you give up on yourself”. Mind blown 🤯.
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