“There’s nothing more dangerous than someone making a comeback." -TD Jakes.
Comeback: a new effort to
win or succeed after being close to defeat or failure.
So many of us
have been walking through seasons of loss, pain, depression, fear, lack,
intimidation, health issues, divorce, heartbreak and/or darkness.
I know the feeling of waking up and feeling like nothing will ever
change, feeling stuck and wrecked. Every day is exactly the same
or every day is a never ending cycle of crises and fires that never seem to burn
out. I’ve had those nights where all I could do is cry and I would
ask, “When is my ship going to come in?” God has been putting on
my heart the need to share that your comeback season is coming! No
matter how hard and hopeless your life may seem. No matter how far
you’ve fallen, your comeback is coming.
You don’t have
to look very far to read about some of the biggest comebacks in history.
In the Bible there is story after story of great comebacks.
One of the most well-known and inspiring comebacks is Job in the Bible.
Job lost
EVERYTHING;
His
wealth:
“A messenger
came to Job and said, “The oxen were plowing and the donkeys were grazing
nearby, and the Sabeans attacked and made off with them.”-Job
1:14
His
children:
“While he was
still speaking, yet another messenger came and said, “Your sons and daughters
were feasting and drinking wine at the oldest brother’s
house, when suddenly a mighty wind swept in from the desert and struck
the four corners of the house. It collapsed on them and they are dead”-Job
1:18-19
His
health:
“So Satan went
out from the presence of the Lord and afflicted
Job with painful sores from the soles of his feet to the crown of his
head.
8 Then Job took a piece of broken
pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.”-Job
2:7-8
Can you imagine
losing all of that?! Maybe you’ve lost some or maybe you’ve lost
it all, but one thing is for sure, your comeback season is right around the
corner. There may be friends or family that have been telling you
something different and put things in your head that you’ve caused this or say
things like, “How can you have so much faith in a God that allows so much
harm?” Just like Jobs friends blamed him and spoke on things they
really didn’t know about.
What did Job do
in the midst of all of his loss?
He didn’t lose the most important
things: God, faith,
prayer and trust in
God.
What did God do
for Jobs comeback? God goes all out and makes his comeback
loud, big and more than Job could have ever imagined (especially when Job
was in the midst of losing everything).
He restored his
fortunes and gave him twice as much as he had before. (Job
42:10)
All of Jobs
brothers and sisters and everyone who had known him before came and ate with him
in his house. They comforted and consoled him. (Job 42:11)
He
blessed the latter part of Job’s life more than the former part.
(Job 42:12)
He had fourteen
thousand sheep, six thousand camels, a thousand yoke of oxen and a thousand
donkeys. And he also had seven sons and three daughters. (Job
42:13)
He gave Job long
life and he got to see his children and their children to the fourth
generation. (Job 42:16)
How are you
going to allow God to use your setbacks as comebacks? Do you trust that He will
and is able to bring about a comeback? What are you doing in the
midst of waiting on your comeback?
The clock has
been set by God for your comeback Claim it and receive it in
Jesus name
I wanted to
share parts of one of my favorite poems ever written. It’s a poem
I recite a lot in my mind and I have it hanging as a reminder on my
wall.
Still I
Rise-Maya Angelou,
1928 - 2014
You may write me
down in history
With your
bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me
in the very dirt
But still, like
dust, I’ll rise.
Does my
sassiness upset you?
Why are you
beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk
like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my
living room.
Just like moons
and like suns,
With the
certainty of tides,
Just like hopes
springing high,
Still I’ll
rise.
Did you want to
see me broken?
Bowed head and
lowered eyes?
Shoulders
falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my
soulful cries?
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise.
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