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Beyond a Doubt

You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.   (Hebrews‬ ‭10‬:‭36‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

Sometimes life throws curveballs. One moment I’m idling in the sun and enjoying my surroundings and the next I am sprawled on the ground wondering how the earth moved out from underneath me.

Such has been my life for a season. If I’m honest, this season has lingered. My dear friend and mentor told me the challenges and frustrations I am experiencing are likely meant to grow my roots deeper. It doesn’t feel good. It’s uncomfortable. But it must happen.

You see, it’s easy to step out in faith when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are meant to claim the promise in front of you. But what if the promise isn’t straight ahead? What if the promise isn’t what you expected? Do we still believe God will do what He says He will do?

Such has been my experience over the last few weeks. I’ve been thinking this week about the four hundred years of silence between Malachi and the Gospels. The Jewish people trusted and believed the Messiah would come. They expected deliverance from an oppressive Roman government. But God wanted to eliminate the oppression of the darkness that comes with sin. Jesus didn’t look like the hero they thought would be the Promise. He was better.

So, in my season of unknowns, I lean into the all-knowing One. My perfect promise may be a drop in the bucket compared to the floodgates that God wants to open for me. The real question is, am I brave enough to trust God and step out in faith despite not knowing the full outcome? Are you? Sometimes, the promise doesn’t come without a shadow of a doubt. That’s what faith is for. In the meantime, I keep writing.


© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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