This is a repost from a while back.
“Indeed we count them blessed who endure. You have heard of the perseverance of Job and seen the end intended by the Lord—that the Lord is very compassionate and merciful.” (James 5:11)
Somehow, I am always surprised when the darkness comes. First, there is the Light all around — abounding in the glorious grace and in the light, all pieces of my soul seeming to fall in place and there is that whisper in the depth of my heart, “This is where I want always to be.” But the shadows will soon come glooming, the darkness sweeping in easier than I would like and somehow, I am surprised every single time.
When we do great things in the light, we will have to face the darkness soon.
But darkness will never be the last thing that we see, never. This battle that we are in, this fight we are too tired to fight — it is not ours to fight but the Lord’s. And I love how James reminds us, that we count them blessed who endure.
This war might be brutal and harsh. This battle might last longer than we have strength to hold on to, making us weary and ready to give up. But we count those blessed who endure, who keep on standing — because most often, strength is not required of us but perseverance and patience, willing to keep standing and keep holding on.
“And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” (Romans 5:3-5)
Just the other morning, I woke up holding my breath, these days an immense battle in the darkness and I have been failing more than anyone should be allowed to fail. But that morning, I woke up as the sun was rising and the darkness was just starting to give way to light. And there, as I looked outside, there was the thought in my mind, “This seems like a morning when there should be snow.” Not five minutes later, snowflakes were falling from the sky.
Now, I look at the ground covered in snow, white starting to spread around and I can’t help but hear that relieved sigh of my own soul, citing Isaiah 1:18, “though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” This battle is not ours, beloved. The battle is the Lord’s — and it is already won.
“Come now, and let us reason together,” says the Lord, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)
Beloved, the darkness can never overcome the light. Our Light will never lose to this darkness, and He will never lose us to the darkness, will never let go.
It will be okay. You will be okay. He has already won.