This morning I read the first four chapters of Daniel. A story I have heard in Sunday school since I was a little child. I know it by heart, but I really read it this morning.
The story says as soon as the people heard all kinds of music, they were to fall down and worship the image of gold that King Nebuchadnezzar had set up. And those who refused would be thrown into a fiery furnace. Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego (when I was a little girl, I thought that was To bed we go) refused to bow down to anything or anyone but their God, the one and true living God. When Nebuchadnezzar heard this, he was furious and demanded the three men be brought before him. He was so furious that he ordered the furnace heated seven times hotter than usual. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were bound and thrown into the furnace.
These three men should have died almost instantly. But instead, the king could see not just three men walking around in the furnace, but four. And the king knew it was their God protecting them. They were removed from the furnace and not a single hair was even singed and they did not smell of smoke.
I am walking through the fire right now. I wish I could say that I would not even be singed. I just hope everyone around does not catch on fire. I know my God is leading me through this. I hope that people can see my God walking with me and holding my hand. I may be singed and charred, but He will not be.
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Sweet Terri - I feel so helpless. I'm so glad that our God is enough! But I wish that somehow I could be His Hands for you.
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