Gideon and his one hundred men approached the edge of the Midianite camp just as they were changing guards, still under the cover of night. They blew their trumpets and broke the jars, the rest of the men followed suite. “Grasping the torches in their left hands and holding in their right hands the trumpets they were to blow, they shouted, ‘A sword for the Lord and for Gideon!’” (7:20) The men stood firm in their positions around camp and all the Midianites ran, crying out as they fled. At the sound of the trumpets the enemy army became so confused that they turned on one another with their swords and the others ran. The Israelites chased them and Gideon called in reinforcements from other tribes, capturing two of the Midianite leaders and killing them. The Lord brought stunning, overwhelming victory.
Through my own tragedy and heartbreak I had to overcome these last two years: watching what I thought to be a happy family disintegrate before my eyes, I realized that there was a beauty and a strength in my brokeness. My circumstances, my trials weren’t making any sense initially. My thoughts of despair and the feeling of loneliness had surrounded me as thick as locusts, and I was asking the “Why?”, but like it or not, God was answering the “What?”. I came to see that being rocked by horrible circumstances what initially remains is the broken vessel–what God is going to use for His glory. What God is working out right now, His story in me, is going to shine through that vessel and that trumpet sound, my declaration, is how God delivered me. I cling to that and I am confident in it.
Absolutely nothing is impossible with God.