“ If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God whom we serve is able to save us. He will rescue us from your power, Your Majesty. But even if he doesn’t, we want to make it clear to you, Your Majesty, that we will never serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up.”

Even if He doesn’t come through
Even if He doesn’t show up at my time
Even if I am still crying
Even when I am drenched in sorrow/grief
Even if He tarries
Even if trials come at me from all directions
Even if He doesn’t.
Even if it’s scary
Even if it doesn’t make sense to me
Even if He allows the challenges to stay on longer than I expect
Even if I don’t fit in
Even if I don’t feel accepted
Even if my lingo is different and He’s not doing much
Even if He doesn’t.
Even if I go through the fire
Even if I walk on a burning surface of trials
Even if He doesn’t pick me from the pit
Even if I don’t get the miracle
Even if He allows me to go through the long stretch
Even if He doesn’t.
Even if he doesn’t will I worship Him?
Will I still praise with gratitude? Will I bow at His feet the same way I do when I feel like I am deep in the pit; in the valley.
Even if He doesn’t, will I serve unbelief and lack of gratitude on my plate?
Father, let my heart posture be like that of Shadrack, Meshach and Abednego.
“But even if he doesn’t, we want to make it clear to you, Your Majesty, that we will never serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up.”