3 O'clock






 My Bible reading took me to the book of Hebrews.  Chapter 10 in particular really spoke to my heart.  Verse 31 says:


       31Think back on those early days when you first learned about Christ.


Talk about BASIC TRAINING! Do you remember when you were first saved? If you were anything like me you wanted to shout it from the rooftops.  The light of Christ burst forth within me so strongly it must have shown on my face because the women I worked with began asking me if I was pregnant again.   


My faith was basic, pure and unwavering.  I saw and experienced the majesty of God and began my basic training of reading the Bible every day.  The Lord poured Himself into me, and like a thirsty woman who had been wondering in the dessert for years, I drank it in.  With child-like faith, I accepted God’s word.  I did not question it; I just believed it.  Over the next twelve years of my life I learned how to study the Bible using commentaries, concordances, Vine’s expository, Webster’s 1828 Dictionary, and many other resources. 


Time passed.  The enemy began attacking so covertly I never saw it coming.  It was those tiny fiery darts I missed.  As the years passed, little by little, he stole my joy, my ministry and my family.  Of course I blamed God and after 12 years of service, I walked away from my heavenly Father spending the next 12 years wandering in the wilderness searching for the things of this world I thought I had been missing out on.  

Satan fooled me and robbed me of God’s blessings.  But God, in His gracious mercy, gently began to move me back towards home.  In March of 2010 this prodigal daughter started back on the pathway God had laid out for her. The way did not begin with the basics of Bible study this time.  I knew God’s Word.  This prodigal daughter was called to pray every day at 3 p.m.  It was time for knowledge to step aside and time to build a relationship with my Father by learning to hear His voice.  


The first few months were intense and prayer time was short.  I fumbled and prayed the only way I knew how.  My basement became my prayer closet where I prayed out loud.  It felt awkward and admittedly I felt a bit foolish at times.  Some prayers were recited over and over like the Lord’s Prayer while others were request from family and friends and their needs for healing, jobs, homes, cars, etc….  Praying at 3 p.m. every day was no easy task. 


As time passed God began to teach me how to surrender to Him and showed me how to have a deeper relationship with Him through prayer.  As I learned to enter His Holy of Holies and how to be in His presence, He taught me who He really was in my life.  A life He orchestrates.  A life where He cares about everything that happens to me.  


My journey with God called for the release of all the false gods of the world I had accumulated during my twelve years in the desert.  All the treasures I stored up here on earth were now packed in boxes and sold at auction on March 5, 2011. (Yep, it took almost an entire year for God to bring me to a place of release.)  I did not attend the auction as I had released everything into the capable hands of my heavenly Father.  He in turn showed me exactly how worthless my treasures were when the auction house presented me with the proceeds of the sale.  The money really did not matter but it was a shocking reminder of how worthless the ‘things’ we store up truly are.  I was happy to be in my Father’s house again knowing He would take care of everything.    


As I have walked with God down the path laid before me, I have found Prayer—a very basic practice—is the strength in my Christian walk.  When I am confused, God gives me clarification through His word. When I am hurting and an emotional wreck, sobbing at His feet, He strengthens me and holds me in His arms, gently wiping my tears.  When I am angry and upset with Him because I cannot understand why things happen the way they do, He reminds me He is “the AM that I AM” and the sacrifice He gave so I might live eternally with Him.  


One afternoon while reading in Romans, the Lord reminded me of the times He had been faithful through some really tough times in my life. He reminded me had my brother not been nudged to turn around some 38 years ago, I would have drown after falling off a floating dock into a 30 foot deep spring without knowing how to swim.  Things faded to black when suddenly a hand grabbed me and literally pulled me to safety by my hair.  God reminded me how He comforted me in His arms when my 7 year old son stepped on a used hypodermic needle outside our apartment complex.  God was with me as we endured Aids testing every three months for the next year of my son’s life praying constantly my son would not be infected with the HIV virus.  God reminded me had He not intervened through the death of my father (now resting with Christ) in December 2005, hubby and I would have been divorced and hubby might not have ever come to know Jesus Christ as his personal savior.  God reminded me through all these times, and many others, He had been with me even during the times I was NOT walking with Him.  


As I read verse 34 of Romans chapter 10, I fall face down before our all mighty God and weep:


34You suffered along with those who were thrown into jail, and when all that you owned was taken from you, you accepted it with joy. You knew there were better things waiting for you that will last forever.


 Our heavenly Father, who knows the weaknesses of mankind, reaffirmed things for me. He spoke through His word and reminded me there are better things waiting for me. He went on to say:


35So do not throw away this confident trust in the Lord. Remember the great reward it brings you! 36Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised.


Every day I ask God to help me and strengthen me with patient endurance.


If you are struggling and wondering where God is during troubling times—whether they are big or little struggles—take a moment to go back to the basics. Think back on those early days when you first learned about Christ. Think back on those times He was holding you in His arms. Remember when you had the faith God truly could do anything?  Remember today He truly can.  Great is our God!


Always loving the Lord,

Lori Robbins

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