Often, the death of a vision is the beginning of renaissance.

Ever notice how God allows a vision to die before His rescue? Able saw nothing but death before God gave him a mark that protected him; Israel on the edge of the Red Sea, with an army bent on its annihilation just around the corner; after hundreds of years of extreme captivity, surely the Jews saw the hope of deliverance as dead and gone before they were saved; nearly 2000 years of living in a world that hated them, only to be given their country back in 1948; It is at its darkest and coldest just before dawn . . . . and some guy named Trump comes along after the darkness of European One World Slavery had been crammed down our throats in a final sense and suddenly, we all realized that God just gave us our country back . . . . . . and I do believe that it was a God thing . . . . . proving, of course, that Cyrus, Samson, and the likes of you and me can be used IN SPITE of our failed alliance to Him.  Often,  the death of a vision is the beginning of renaissance.

You would think our faith would be at its strongest as we stand in the midst of our darkest moments. I am no saint in this, either. I had to hold my wife, Monday evening on election eve, as she fought back tears, "knowing" that Obama's totalitarian nonsense was about to win another election. Lesson learned? probably not, but with God, we can remain stupid and saved at the same time (there is hope for my grand kids !!!!). Cool.