Samson Boland
Perhaps you've been there. On God's Anvil. Melted down. Formless. Undone.
I know. I've been on it. It's rough it's a spiritual slump, a famine. The fire goes out. Although the fire May flame for a moment, it soon disappears. We drift downward downward into the foggy valley of question, A misty lowland of discouragement. Motivation gone desires distant. Responsibilities are depressing. Passion? It slips out the door. Enthusiasm? Are you kidding? Anvil time.
It can be caused by many things a death, a breakup, going broke, going prayerless. The light switch is flipped off in the room darkens. All the thoughtful words of help and Hope it's all been nicely said. But I'm still hurting, wondering..."
On the Anvil.
Brought face to face with God out of the utter realization that we have nowhere else to go. Jesus, in the garden. Peter with a tear streamed face. David, after Bathsheba. Elijah and the still small voice. Paul and Damascus.
Pound pound pound.
I hope you're not on the Anvil. ( Unless you need to be and, if so, I hope you are.) Anvil time is not to be avoided; it's to be experienced. Although the tunnel is dark, it does go through the mountain. Anvil time reminds us of who we are and who God is. We shouldn't try to escape it . To escape it could be to escape God. God sees our life from beginning to end. Should God put you on his Anvil, be thankful. It means he thinks your still worth reshaping.
So I had to share this for Jamal he's family to me. Erica her mother I love them to no end. He was like a younger brother who I saw had so much fire in his eyes so much drive. I mean anything at all and he was on it till he got it. The type to learn how to walk before he could crawl. Through out our lives I saw him and God knows he saw me go through life's ups and downs. Well as life would have it last time we spoke he was up and doing great!! I was happy to see him and catch up. I was also blessed enough to see Erica and her fairly new husband and his Mom. All doing great. Well last I spoke to him I was talking about this poem or life experience put out by Max Lucado. And saying how alot of what was on there he could relate too as much as I could. But never had a chance to let him look at it. So Jamal this is for you rest easy my bro you deserve it. Your are and always be a great friend , great brother , great son, and most of all a great father. God bless,
Samson Mendiola Boland.
The pics are from Halloween party at the EMP.