If you were asked to explain what Night was do you think you could answer in a way that would make it understandable? Maybe you would say it is from sundown to sunrise but in the northern hemisphere the sun can disappear in winter from 3pm onwards. I would not call 3pm night, but it certainly is dark.
I am not sure if many of you have truly experienced ' The Night', but i assure you it is not a nice place to be found.
But during the night an angel of the Lord opened the prison doors and brought them out Acts 5;19
Dwelling in 'The Night', can be scary enough but imagine the added torment of a locked prison door. There really is no escape, no place of refuge, no respite from the 'THE NIGHT'. The night tends to stretch forever, it is cold and friendless, it shuns nourishment and clings to itself.
Ever been there?
I would imagine that you have, I would imagine that for some of you you are still there. If you look closely you may see my initials engraved on the walls.. J F wuz ere! You may even see where I tried in vain to break the lock of the door or the scratch marks where I trawled the walls to find a light switch where there was none .
Do I paint a hopeless picture with my words? Im thinking that if I were queen for a day I would banish that word HOPELESS ; Why? because it very simply crumbles under the power of this verse in the book of Acts.
You see no matter what your situation is, or where you are choosing to dwell; at this moment I want to reassure you that The Lord will open the prison doors in the darkest night and bring you out.
But dont take my word for it, read it yourself.
Yesterday, in desperation, I cried out to God for my son's state of darkness has surrounded me. I have been on many "dark paths" over the years but by far the darkest path I have ever been on is when you watch your child, who is stumbling in the dark, angrily shove aside the Light... and even deny it is there. Though my heart is broken, I remember that Jesus Christ heals the broken-hearted and He sets the captive free. Still, that can be hard to remember at times.
I cried out to God that though I trust Him, I simply needed to hear His "still, small voice", I needed to catch a glimpse, no matter how faint and fleeting. All day yesterday, cropping up when least expected and now once again today through your blog, God is doing just that. Thank you. Thank you so much!