When I reach my wit's end, I think of it as just that -- wit's END. I'm at the end of my wits, my patience, my rope, my faith, or my control. An end with no where to go.
What I'm finding out, the hard way, is that when I reach that place, it's not really the end, but the beginning. The Psalmist wrote "Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble (their wit's end), and he brought them out of their distress" (Psa. 107:27).
I, like the Israelites, need to cry out to the Lord when I find myself at my wit's end because he will bring me out of my distress.
Now I try to look at my wit's end differently. I try to consider that maybe I'm at this particular place because God wants to:
- Get my attention
- Allow me to look at my circumstances and then to Him
- Realize I'm never alone
- Expose my need for Him
- Turn me towards another direction
So how is that going to sound now? . . . "I'm at my wit's BEGINNING."
I'll certainly give it a try. What about you?