And when the child was grown, it fell on a day, that he went out to his fathers to the reapers. And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother. And when he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died. And she went up, and laid him on the bed of the man of God, and shut the door upon him, and went out. And she called unto her husband, and said, Send me, I pray thee, one of the young men, and one of the asses, that I may run to the man of God, and come again. And he said, Wherefore wilt thou go to him to day? it is neither new moon, nor sabbath. And she said, It shall be well. –2 Kings 4:18-23 KJV

 I was mindlessly packing; basically, throwing things into a suitcase. I thought about the plane I had to catch later that evening. I would be away from home for a 10-day stretch, and I knew I should be giving more strategic consideration to the clothing I needed to take with me. There were a couple of errands I desperately needed to run before leaving, and I already knew I’d have to forego those errands if I wanted to catch my flight on time.

Then the heavier thoughts—namely, prayer requests—kicked in. I’d been trying to keep them at bay, so I could concentrate on the packing, but it was no use. I thought about a phone call I’d received a couple of days before; a request for prayers for the outcome of important medical tests. And then there was the couple who’d come up for prayer at my last speaking engagement; the wife in tears because their struggles with infertility were wreaking havoc with her faith.

A family whose child had drowned in the hotel’s pool while they were in town attending another relative’s funeral. A missionary’s son awaiting sentencing from a judge who had the option of sending him to prison for a time span ranging from three to up to 15 years. A pastor whose wife was seriously thinking about leaving him because she felt boxed in by the ministerial demands placed upon them. And, lest I forget, my own personal prayer requests and the things I needed God to do for me.

I sat down on my bed, suddenly overcome by the weight of all these and so many more dire needs. On some days, life seemed to be a bit too much, and today was turning into one of those days. A feeling of overwhelm danced at the edges of my mind, ready to rush in and bring with it his first cousin, the proverbial pity party. I resisted the urge to yield, and then the Holy Spirit rushed in to give me some much-needed strength and fortitude.

The Spirit brought to mind the story of the Shunammite woman in 2 Kings; the one to whom God had miraculously given a son following a prophetic word from Elisha. Felled by a sunstroke on a day when he’d gone out with his father, the boy had been sent home—only to die in the lap of his mother. (How’s that for overwhelm?)

Instead of caving and wallowing in self-pity or recriminations for the prophet, she fought back. She placed her son on the prophet’s bed and decided to go in search of the man of God who had prophesied this son to her. When questioned by her husband concerning her need to go visit Elisha, she didn’t break down in tears, nor did she tell her husband their son was dead. Her response to her earth-shattering calamity?

“It shall be well.”

I have to tell you, hearing those words whispered to my overwhelmed heart by the Holy Spirit was just what I needed. Lifting my hands in praise, I began to thank the Lord for who He is, and for His divine love and power. He is God and He is always worthy of praise and thanksgiving. #InsertPraiseBreak

How about each and every one of us take on the same mindset as the Shunammite woman? No matter what we face, no matter the fiery trials we’re currently enduring, we can rest assured we are in the hands of the Lord. Let the trials and temptations of life and all its accompanying circumstances come. Let them try to come in like a flood, if they dare—we have a promise from God that He will lift up a standard against them (Isaiah 59:19). Go ahead and give the Lord a praise. God is faithful, and in His divine providence and will, whatever He decides, whatever He does or doesn’t do, whatever He allows, ultimately, it shall be well! Be Blessed.


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