You find yourself slipping, slipping, slipping down a slippery slope of rocks. The rocks begin to move apart under your footing. You don’t want to go there…down there in that pit of despair. You feel the heat of the flames below…you cry out, “Lord no, don’t let me go! Please take my hand.”
In the distance, you hear His whisper, “Not yet, my child, there are places you must still go, hard places you never thought you would know.” “I love you my child, and I must permit you to fall, down, down, down into the pit of despair.”
In this pit, you long for an escape from the pain. My child, know I am there. You are surrounded by flames in the darkness. I am still present. “I regret your suffering my child, but this is the only way you will know “I am”.” In the pit of despair, you will discover “I am” your God, your Father, the Maker of man, and you child are my beloved.
You have walked with me for some time now, my child, but you still don’t trust the depth of my power. When you feel the agonizing pain, your lungs collapsing inside of you and your last breath slipping away, then my child you will treasure my presence in your pain.
My power is made perfect in your weakness. I have overcome the evil within you. In the final hour, I will reach down inside the pit of despair with my extended right hand. I will take hold of your hand with my tremendous grip and pull you from the pit. Your wandering soul will be no more, and as your body shakes from my strength, the Holy Spirit will take its place. Then, my child you will know "I am" in full control.