When the Pit Becomes the Place God Speaks
I didn’t know a freeway shoulder in the middle of Colorado would
become the beginning of a year-long pit for me. Smoke poured from my
vehicle. My arm tore as I stretched across a hotel bed in pain. My back
throbbed daily. And I entered a season of isolation so deep it felt like the
air itself was heavy.
I clung to anger. I clung to hopelessness. I clung to
control like it was the last plank in my sinking ship.
But somewhere in that long, lonely year, God turned the pit into a
sanctuary. Not a comfortable one. Not a pretty one. But a holy one. He
met me in the silence. He tended wounds I hadn’t allowed Him near in
years. He reminded me that release isn’t a one-time act, rather it’s a
rhythm. A rhythm like breathing or like waves meeting shore.
Release. Receive.
Release. Receive.
Release. Receive.
Nothing about that year was easy, however, the pit became the place
where God replaced lies with truth.
“You are worthy.”
“You are known.”
“You are a warrior.”
Reflections Along Your Journey
1. Have you ever entered a season that felt like a pit, only to find God
waiting in that very spot for you?
2. What area of your heart has been clenched shut because of pain, fear,
or disappointment?
3. What truth might God be trying to speak into the quiet spaces of your
struggle?
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