For My Hurting Friends

A  Susan Klein Fresh Bread devotional:

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. For I am the Lord, your God” (Isaiah 43:2a, 3a).

In the acclaimed film Beasts of the Southern Wild, a hurricane devastates a remote part of Louisiana. As a little girl named Hushpuppy and her dad ride around in his makeshift boat surveying the damage and looking for survivors, she has reflections, rather poignant for a six-year-old. Staring into the water, she muses: For the animals that didn’t have a dad to put them in a boat, the end of the world already happened. They’re all down below, trying to breathe through water.

Do you ever feel like you’re beneath the storm waters of life, wondering if you’ll ever make it to the surface so you can breathe again? Or maybe you’ve made it to the top but with no strength left to heave your body over the edge of the boat.  Do you need a dad to lift you up and place you securely in the boat?

Beloved, you need not be overcome by the floodwaters. No matter how raging your storm, the end of the world has not yet come. Your heavenly Father cares! He will carry you through all life’s difficulties. He is the same God today promised by Isaiah, ready with mighty hand and outstretched arm to lift you into His lifeboat. He is your life raft, your security. No storm is too great or circumstance too difficult for Him.

For those who reject the Father’s hand, the end of the world indeed has happened. Unless they choose to receive His help in the soul-saving act of His Son, they are already perishing. But there is hope: Our heavenly Father desires that no one should perish (2 Peter 3:9).

In the movie, Hushpuppy’s dad wasn’t prone to show affection, but through this one act, she realized how much he loved her–he would not let her die. How much more our heavenly Father loves us! He not only rescues us from life’s storms, He gave His Son’s life to save us from eternal destruction.

Once again, thanks for clear, comforting thoughts, Susan.

Old Grandpa Lloyd