Deep Waters

But as for me, my prayer is to you, O LORD. At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love answer me in your saving faithfulness. Deliver me from sinking in the mire; let me be delivered from my enemies and from the deep waters. Let not the flood sweep over me, or the deep swallow me up, or the pit close its mouth over me. Answer me, O LORD, for your steadfast love is good; according to your abundant mercy, turn to me. Hide not your face from your servant; for I am in distress; make haste to answer me. Psalm 69:13-17 (ESV)

Last month, I had the privilege of helping some folks who were suffering through rough times due to storms and unprecedented rainfall in the southeastern US. Stories abounded of escapes and rescues, tragedies and losses. All the homeowners had their own unique perspective of the events which forced them out of their homes and into nearby shelters or houses of relatives and friends.

I was once again amazed at the outpouring of volunteers from Christian organizations to bring aid and assistance to those who were in trouble. These people seemed tireless, working with a unity that I seldom if ever saw in a secular environment. The leaders of the work crews did an amazing job at placing volunteers in jobs that allowed them to work to their potential and maximize manpower. The work was, and still is, very tough, but the workers I saw were up to the challenge.

Some homeowners I spoke with were in shock at losing in just one day most everything they’d worked for all their lives. I also heard owners say that they weren’t as bad off as others, and they would recover. Many spoke of their dependence on God, both during the terrifying hours of the flood and throughout this time of recovery. All said that they were extremely grateful for the help of the volunteers. They stated they could never have done the nasty work of gutting out their homes and removing everything which the flood waters had ruined.

I thought it ironic that in the photo above, a stuffed teddy-bear was placed in the recliner beside the flooded car. Perhaps it was a symbol of more pleasant times gone by, or perhaps it was a reminder that somehow, someway, there would be a time to smile again in this home.

Jesus spoke of a heavenly home which would be for any who repented and called on Him. This home will be better than anything we can imagine, and nothing will destroy it.

Nothing.

You have His word on it.

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