Hanging on with bloody fingers

Hanging on with bloody fingers . . . what a gruesome image. But in some cases, it is appropriate. When you’re going through a violent storm, when the wind and rain are beating down on your back, when the thunder is explosive in your ears, and your strength is waning, that’s when you kick into that special gear, the bloody fingers gear.

The storms of life come to all of us; that is just a fact. There’s nothing you can do to avoid them, except perhaps avoid life, and I’ve never figured out how to do that. And if you ignore life long enough, it’s going to blow up on you anyway. And storms come in every shape and size imaginable and can affect us in a countless ways. But the bottom line is, the devil wants to steal from us, kill us, and destroy us, obliterate our gifts, our callings, our futures, our families, and anything else he can get his grimy paws on. The Bible says he roams around as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

I for one, will not let him devour me. I fight back, and I fight dirty.

There is a scripture that a dear friend pointed out to me that has literally changed my thinking when it comes to walking through a storm. She pointed me to the Book of Isaiah where the prophet exhorts us by saying, “Fear not [there is nothing to fear], for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, yes, I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My [victorious] right hand of rightness and justice.”(Isaiah 41:10 AMP)

My favorite part is that the Lord will strengthen me and harden me to difficulties. He doesn’t harden me in the sense that I become insensitive, I just become tougher and stronger and more able to withstand any storm with a pure heart, a good attitude, and peace, above all, peace.

Peace in the storm is so precious. And the only way to find that peace is through God’s Word and His precious Holy Spirit, our comforter.

And my prayers are not formal or fancy, I’m just a regular girl with regular feelings that get hurt and a heart that can get broken. I just ask God to help. OK, sometimes I yell a little in my pleas for help. And when I don’t know what to ask for, when I just know I need help, I pray in the Spirit because I know He knows exactly what I need. And when I’m asking for help and praying in the Spirit, AND doing everything I know to do, I just keep hanging on, even with bloody fingers.

Hang in there, my friends. You are stronger than you think.