Yesterday, January 6, 2021, a lifelong friend was sequestered in an undisclosed location as a result of the political upheaval that this country is currently experiencing. I was on Day 3 of my Daniel Fast. I had been praying for many requests and concerns, one of which was the healing of this nation. But my petitions were reduced to pleadings for her safety and the safety of those around her. I couldn’t stop the tears. I was sorely afraid.
There is a clear distinction between fear and danger. Many times fear has to do with the unseen, the yet to happen, the what if’s of life. Fear can be conjured up in our minds, a surmising of algorithms of possibilities. But yesterday I watched a clear and present danger play out before my eyes. Not a flicker on the Cinemax screen, but a reality that was palpable. I could actually taste it. And it was nauseating.
Throughout the day, in addition to fighting the urge to eat everything in sight, I had to remind myself to breathe. In. Out. Slow and steady. Breathe in faith, hope, love and all things positive. Breathe out the unthinkable. I dug deep into my resources and held on to my beliefs with every fiber of my being.
And I had to wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Eventually, I watched my friend make history. I saw her on all news outlets and dropped to my knees in humble gratitude to God for keeping her on one of the “longest and most frightening days” of her life, of this country’s life. And today after the ordeal has become her past, she posted these words: “God’s still doing big things!”
