It’s 11:59…and I still believe God is able to do anything. It is actually 11:59 P.M., and it is 11:59 in my life. 11:59 is that moment when your back is up against the wall, time is no longer on your side, and a supernatural act of God is the only way things will get better. It’s 11:59 and it was in this moment that Paul and Silas decided to praise God in the midst of their bondage, in the midst of what looked like a dead end. It’s 11:59 the moment where Jesus is praying desperately in the Garden of Gethsemane and He decides to complete His task of becoming the savior of the world. It’s 11:59 in someone’s life as they are battling with physical pain that won’t allow them to rest. It’s is 11:59 in someone’s life as they are battling with awful voices of deceit in their head screaming as loud as police sirens. It is actually 11:59 in my life as I stand on the verge of believing the voice of God in spite of what it looks like, feels like, and may even be…but it is in this moment that I will decide to keep believing, keep pressing, keep praising because I love the fact that 11:59, that moment of uncertainty can’t last forever. The 12:00 hour comes and brings a new beginning. A new hour of hope, one that I will start with praising Him for opportunity to deal with my 11:59.