He Makes A Way
I woke up this morning with a weight of discouragement pressing down upon me, feeling like I have places I’m meant to go, but am boxed in a room without doors or windows. Having previously battled depression for 10+ years, I know what to do when feelings of hopelessness overwhelm me; I worship. Discussing how worship moves us from inferior to superior realities is probably a topic for another post. What I will say is that when I worship, arms open wide, surrendering everything within me, something breaks: what was impossible becomes plausible, what was hopeless becomes promising, and what has left me in despair becomes a catalyst for a new joy song. Today was no different. Somehow in the midst of my worship the Lord reminded me that He is the God who makes a way. I knew it was so, still I asked Him to remind me from His word of examples that would relate to my own “impossible” struggles.
The first He brought to mind was when the Israelites were on the run from Egypt’s Pharaoh. Exodus 14 records the event. God had rescued the people from their slavery with many signs and wonders through the leadership of Moses. Not long after, they found themselves camped with the Red Sea on one side, and the Egyptian army encroaching on the other side. Impossible situation—Except for the God who makes a way.
Abraham and Sarah were next. God had made a promise, a covenant promise actually, that He would make their offspring as numerous as the stars. Yet they found themselves nearing a century old and far beyond child-bearing years, still without a child. Impossible situation—Except for the God who makes a way.
Finally, II Kings 6 details the record of the Aramean army’s attempt to capture Prophet Elisha. His servant woke up feeling pretty closed in and threatened that morning as He looked out from the city of Dothan and saw the enemy army surrounding them on every side. Impossible situation—Except for the God who makes a way.
So, after sitting with the Lord in worship and dialogue, perusing the records of His past faithfulness, I have hope. Not because I see a door or window yet, but because I know intimately the one who is not limited by doors and windows. He moves beyond what’s possible in our natural, and if we’ll go with Him, He’ll move us too. I’m going to dig a little deeper into these three God-encounters and see what I can learn. For now, I’m encouraged that I WILL move beyond these walls! I have a God who makes a way!
