The story is told about a father and his young son running out of gas one night on a lonely dark road. Their only option was to get out of the car and walk until they found a gas station some miles away.
“Daddy, it’s dark and I can’t see you. Can I hold your hand until we find the light?”
I think that’s how we feel sometimes when we encounter strange trials. The way up ahead seems dark and we realize there is no way we can find light again, unless we keep holding on to our Father’s hand.
Have you been there?
I have. The truth is I don’t remember
the exact trial I was going through
at the time. I just remember choosing
to hold onto God’s hand…
knowing He knows the way out of
the darkness of conflict.
The following prayer/poem was given to me during that season. I feel led to share it this morning, in hope that someone will be encouraged to grab hold to our Father’s hand and trust Him to comfort, strengthen and give needed direction.
Peace Borne of Conflict
There’s a peace borne out of conflict, not of sweet repose.
The peace our Father sends
upon the One He knows.
Breathe upon our hearts, sweet Holy Peace of God.
Release the fragrance of the rose
upon the path we trod.
Pour forth Your Holy Spirit, the fruit of peace divine;
The peace borne out of conflict
upon this heart of mine.
In times of stormy conflict, through restless nights and days,
Blow gently upon this rose,
the sacrifice of praise.
If I say, “surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night”.
Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you. Psalm 139: 11,12