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The Pit's Destination

You remember the words the Lord spoke to you,You hadn't been dreaming then. You knew the prophets had told you,and you had heard it right. And you had told the world about what the Lord had shown you,even in dreams. But here you are in the pit now. Not a physical pit as Joseph had found himself in,but a pit nonetheless.
A pit of what seems to be endless pain,unshakeable feel of heartbreak, unemployment that you just cant seem to get a break from. A pit of emptiness,loneliness and barreness.
The world now looks on you with pity. It used to be amusement,for carrying yourself as if the whole world was yours to take,and then it turned to annoyance; they didn't understand who the heck you actually thought you were. They remind you,like Jesus, they are aware who your parents are,where you were born,the guys you had dated,the places you bought food,clothes and all things cheap from. And now it turns to pity.
 You lift up your head, God,did you intentionally make me a laughing stock. You don't know which is worse, Believing Him to be true or Confessing those words. But hadn't the scriptures said "we overcame by the blood of the lamb, and by the words of our testimony?". As you stare up from the pit you find yourself in, into the skies where you actually hope the Lord sees you,you see a figure,or was it just tears blinding you? No,it was a figure. Yes,you knew God would pull through! God would not leave you here. But your praise is cut short. From the pit you get into what you could never fathom. How many bad things could happen to a person in the space of a few minutes?. But here you find the only door shut into your face. You have just been thrown into the darkest cell.
Now you are here actually missing your pit moment. Atleast there was a bit of light down there. Here all you see is the pitch darkness that surrounds you. But what you don't know was that,this was actually shaping purpose in you. In the most unlikely place you are moved into destiny.For out of that one single door,you had the double barreled gates now shut behind you. Just like that God had moved you into the presence of greatness where He meant for you.
How were you to understand that the only path to your success was through the gates of prison. Who would have expected it to make sense.
Your moment of suddenly comes to you. But this time you are not the voice that trumpets your breakthroughs. The world has become spectators to your reality.
Now you tell people that though you are out of prison,you remain a prisoner of hope.
The road to your palace was actually through the roughest,darkest,muddiest dungeons that seemed to lead to hell. But here you stand now.
 Wait for it

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