Searching for the hope
Published 1:58 pm Sunday, November 28, 2021
By Candida Sullivan
I will never forget what felt like my rock bottom many years ago.
In the darkness, I sat in my laundry room with my back against the dryer and fell apart. As the tears spilled from my eyes and the sobs shook my body, I cried out to God.
I didn’t know what I needed, and I felt so alone.
I couldn’t work, the bills were piling up, and it was close to Christmas. In the darkness, with all of my pain, I felt like a burden to my family. And in my vulnerable state, the enemy tried to convince me they would all be better off without me.
But God intervened. He gave me hope when it all felt so hopeless.
When I felt broken and worthless, God gave me a glimpse of a better day. He showed me that if would I hold on and follow Him, things would get better. And they did.
Amid our deepest heartaches and pain, it’s hard to see past the pain.
By an eye of faith, God showed me my books.
Believing that God had a purpose for my pain sparked a hope inside of me that I can’t explain. It helped me to dry my eyes and take the smallest step of faith.
My first step was getting off the floor. The moment I believed that God could take my heartaches and
turn them into blessings was when it all started.
That’s why I pour my heart out and share my heartaches. I know what it feels like to hurt so deeply. And I’m so thankful that I allowed God to work it out for me.
Every day I am so incredibly grateful for the tiny spark of hope amid my darkness. Sweet friends, the enemy wants us to give up because he knows with God we can do great things.
Now I’m so thankful for all of my heartaches. They help me to relate to others. I can sit with those hurting because I’ve been there, too.
The enemy tried to put me in the fire to destroy me, and God used the flames to shine a light. If you are in the fire, I want you to know that it gets better. Cling to that hope and allow God to work it out for you as well.