One day, you’ll all be living in “the moment”, the moment you’ve been praying and believing for. But, it won’t be “the moment” that got you there, the place you’ve been praying and believing for, but rather “this time” and “this moment”.
Isn’t this what it’s all about?
It wasn’t David being King that we primarily talk about, it was his battle to become King and all he had to withstand in order to finally be crowned.
It’s not the story of Joseph being elevated to Pharaoh’s right-hand man that we look to for strength, but rather the betrayal, lies, deceit and forgetfulness of others that we remind ourselves of when we are going through similar situations.
We don’t think of Esther being a beautiful queen and everything in her life being simple, no, we think of her fasting and praying and going before the King, knowing her bold act could bring her to her death.
We don’t spend our time talking about all Job had when he finally died, instead we discuss all the crap the devil threw at him, yet he stood for the Lord through it all.
When talking about Moses, we don’t just focus on how he saved Israel, we focus on the fact that in order for him to be the one leading thousands into the promise land he had to stand against Pharaoh, be mocked by his own people and hated by those around him, then, when he freed the Israelites from captivity, they complained and asked him why he made them leave Egypt.
When we think of Mary, we don’t just remember her as the mother of the Messiah, but we also remember the fact that she was nearly killed by her own fiancé, then had to run for her life because the King wanted to kill her innocent son.
Ruth wasn’t just the great-grandmother of David, she was a homeless widow who completely relied on a stranger to do what was right, yet was never promised that Boaz would even come through.
Rather than think of Daniel as being a man loved by the King, I think of a man being thrown into the lion’s den because he refused to not praise his God.
Jonah is the man who spent three nights in a whale’s stomach, not only the man who helped to save Nineveh from being the next Sodom and Gomorrah.
Paul was a spiteful, hateful, lying murderer saved by the grace and goodness of the Lord Jesus Christ, who just so happened to later write the majority of the New Testament.
When I think of Jesus, I don’t only reminisce on the miracles He performed, the miraculous life He lived, the love and truth He spoke and the absolutely overwhelmingly incredible man He was, I also remember the excruciating sacrifice He had to make, the doubt of those around Him, the hate He endured, the lies told of Him, the betrayal by those He loved, the attacks against Him and the abuse He willingly took for you and me.
So, it isn’t the good times, the easy times, people will one day remember about us. It’s the crap the devil threw at us that we stood against. The demons we rebuked, the battles we fought, the lies told about us, the betrayals of those we view as friends, the mornings we woke up and wanted to immediately go back to sleep but instead got out of bed and told the devil we were coming for him.
People will either remember us for our battle scars or our battle wounds. They will remember us for the wars we fought and won, or the wars that completely destroyed us. We will be remembered for the people we encouraged, or for all the people we needed to encourage us.
I don’t know about you, but I want to be remembered as an overcomer, not someone who was continuously overcome.
You are, right now, living in your moment, the moment people will one day talk about and say, “look at all they overcame to get to their miracle”.
Keep fighting, keep believing, keep standing.
Your moment is right around the corner!