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I’m sure you’ve heard of the eleventh hour–that crucial time when everything changes for good or for bad. It is worse than a mega deadline, more challenging than rocket science, more dramatic than chaos and crisis, more frightening than a full fledge panic attack. It represents the impossible. It stings like a two-edged sword. It crushes all positive energy and has the potential to render you speechless or to knock you into paralysis.
The dreadful eleventh hour feels like Doomsday. It has the capacity to ruin your life. It can cause you to give up–to simply stop trying.
It is a huge clock ticking too fast, too loudly and too close. It is constantly looming in the forefront of your mind reminding you that something must happen soon or else the ramifications will be horrid. It represents streams of irrational thoughts and obsessive, compulsive fear. It suffocates and forces you to feel helpless and perhaps even hopeless because whatever the situation is you know it is out of your control and there’s nothing you can do but wait.
You nervously twitch and stammer. You avoid confrontation. Cortisol levels deplete as you ready yourself to flee or fight.
The eleventh hour can kick-start a physical, spiritual and mental breakdown. It is laden with fear and can catapult you into depression. It flashes like a neon sign until even the most patient person goes just a little bit mad.
Anxiety! Stress! And fear! Oh dear . . .
So how do we combat this ungodly state of being? How do we overcome? How do we lift the veil of desperation and replace the pent up frustration with promises of prosperity, goodness, joy and peace. Were do we find serenity?
How do we trust God in the midst of our trials?
We start by admitting we don’t have the answer. We come to the end of ourselves. Once have used up all our ideas, energy and resources we can finally receive whatever help and hope we need to overcome.
I’m reminded of something I once read about a child taken all of his broken toys back to his father so they could be repaired but the father could not fix them because the child held on too tight and would not release them.
It all begins with trust. To restore or revive hope in the eleventh hour we must come up for fresh air. We must dig deep to find the faith that may have waned or faltered in the midst of the struggle, the hardship and the wait. We need to think back on past victories and recall all the times life has nearly failed us but somehow never left us forsaken, desolate or begging for bread.
The best way to restore hope is to find and cling to every promise, every plea, every cry and every encouraging word. Read God’s Word out loud and you will soon see that even the prophets, the disciples and biblical heroes had their times of difficulty and doubt. And yet God has always arrived on the scene with solutions and miracles and things have always worked out. God is seldom early. He is always right on time.
Hope emerges even in the eleventh hour. Fear subsides. Life goes on. We overcome. The battles we thought would defeat us can be won ad in the end we wind up stronger and better prepared for the days ahead.
People perish without hope–so above all else we must hang onto whatever positive energy we can muster up even in the worst of times. How we handle our difficulties builds patience and perseverance and character. When we learn to count our blessings instead of wallowing in our troubles we are better off.
We can learn to be content even when we are uncertain or tired or even a little bit scared. No matter how bad it seems there are always others who are worse off than we are. We must remember that and stop moaning and groaning.
When we have a bad attitude or allow fear to hinder our faith we fail to realize how greatly we are blessed. Its kind of like complaining because we have no shoes and then meeting a person who has no feet.
In the past month I’ve interviewed for three really great jobs that I thought I would surely enjoy and have a great chance of being selected for the positions. Each time someone else was hired–people I know and admire. I could respond to this in a couple of ways. I could become jealous and puff myself up into thinking I could do a better job or I was somehow more deserving or I could recognize the strengths of these others and rejoice in their good fortune and be willing to wait my turn.
The question is simple–do I trust God has a perfect plan for me or not? Do I believe He wants to give me favor and to see me prosper? Am I willing to keep doing good and not grow weary? Can I find my faith and renew hope or will I throw in the towel and decide I just can’t cope? My choice: I can either abide in hope or wallow in the mire. I can find faith or fear in the eleventh hour. What we believe often determines what we shall receive.