Reading: Daniel 6:17
And a stone was brought and laid on the mouth of the den, and the king sealed it with his own signet and with the signet of his lords, that nothing might be changed concerning Daniel.
The last dusty shaft of sunlight was extinguished as a stone was muscled into place. Outside they were sealing the opening with signet rings, but Daniel would not have heard them if they had all been shouting his name and blowing trumpets – his ears were tuned to another sound.
Behind him, maybe a little bit to the left, he heard the velvet rumble of a lion. There was another to his right, he was sure of it, and then he froze as he felt hot breath on his neck. There was movement all around him, but Daniel dared not move a muscle. He stayed in the same spot where they had dropped him. His head turned slowly toward every new sound, straining to see through the darkness, his mind reciting the simplest of prayers: “Oh God, oh God, help me God.”
He wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his open mouth. He heard a distant drumbeat and then recognized it as the racing of his own heart. He slowly rolled over onto his back – no response. He pulled himself into a sitting position – no response. And then it came like a sudden breath of wind – the realization that the lions weren’t coming for him.
Amidst the rumble and roar of adversity, God never abandons His children.