Shadrack, Meshack and Abednego, bound, being carried toward the fiery furnace.
Daniel, tumbling down into the lions’ den.
Job, his children and possession gone, the boils taken over his body.
Martha, her brother breathing his last breath.
Sometimes God just doesn’t make sense. Life hands us more than we can handle.
Things are thrown at us with such fury that a feather has the weight of an anvil.
In these instances, we look beyond God’s silence to His character and say “yet will I trust Him” “even so, come Lord Jesus”.
With the chorus of so many come before us, we wait for His reply and expect a miraculous breakthrough.