By Shannon Parish
was a period in my life when I would wonder each day if I could possibly make it
through another week.
Life at that time was a harvest of bad decisions I had already sown.
Sorrowfully I was gathering in the decayed wheat of a rebellious time and
thought I had come to the end of all that life would ever offer me.
this time, when things became more unbearable than I thought any human could
live through, I would flee into the night to a nearby field or parking lot.
Once I reached the center of the field, as far away as I could get from
humanity, I would plant my feet firmly in the soil or concrete and throwing my
face upwards cry out "Why God?" All my anger would rush out and spill
into the night air in a torrent of self-pity and bitterness. On and on I would
vent my pent up emotions, pacing back and forth waving my arms and clenching my
fists in agony.
my emotional outburst faded on the breeze I would stand spent, listening to the
crickets in the distance or the cars passing by on near by streets.
The universe above and beyond, I in the center insignificantly small.
This became a habit of mine, fleeing into the night to save my sanity.
The more I did, the more precious these times became.
Many a day passed when I eagerly anticipated the setting of the sun so
that I could once again throw myself into the heavenly expanse of solitude I so
This was God's footstool.
The stars above shouting out His majesty, His greatness, His omnipotence,
His limitless power.
I would stand, night after night, I found simple and profound answers that would
effect my life even today. Repentance would follow as I saw the errors of my own
Before I knew it those times became precious times of intimate worship
I've matured and been blessed above and beyond anything I could ever
think or imagine.
Yesterday while taking a shower I had some flashbacks of those nights,
and felt a twinge of regret.
Regret in that now things were not so nightmarish, that I seemed to so
easily NOT find the time to spend with the King of kings and Lord of lords.
How easy it is to run to God when things are bad.
How much easier to lose hold of our Life-giver when the water is smooth
and there is no need for a Lifesaver.
Perhaps trials come into our lives to bring us to His footstool in order
to discover who He REALLY is.
Don't wait until you are drowning in despair to cry out for the
Embrace the Life-giver, sit at His feet, let Him speak mysteries to you,
and direct your paths. There is so much more that needs to be done.
A Cartoonist, Graphic Facilitator and Creative Life
Coach, Shannon Parish devotes her life
to encouraging those who are fed up with the 'status-quo' and are determined
and pursue their purpose and destiny in life through one-on-one mentoring,
facilitated workshops and retreats.
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