The Storms of Life, Continued
©2016 Peggy Clark
Suddenly she was awakened by the earth eroding underneath her. A loud roar sounded in her ears. Warmth surrounded and tugged at her body, slowly pulling her back into the sea from whence she had come.
She must resist its deadly grasp. Now awakened, she slowly began to pull herself forward once again. This time she was able to make progress although every movement caused her body to wreak with pain.
Finally, turning over on her backside, she let the sun shine fully on her face. The aching inside told her she must have help and soon.
“Help, I must have help,” she repeated to herself but her body gave way to fatigue before she could muster enough energy to cry out.
Once again the forces of nature or some power from above cried out to her. Seagulls screamed in increasing volume desiring some morsel of food as if to say, “Get up and give us,” but she had nothing left to give.
Startled, she was awakened to a new day. A new day in all its splendor. She embraced its warmth and drunk in its laughter. Birds sang cheerily and a butterfly fluttered about her head.
She reached out and touched one of its wings. It danced away toward the morning rays of sunshine and out of her sight.
What was that in the distance? Peeking out above the trees that lined the shore was a gray rooftop. She listened intently for sounds of life and heard dogs barking in the clearing just ahead.
Hope sprang up in her bosom even though she found herself struggling to get up from the ground.
Why does our journey of life take us down a particular path?
Why are we left alone to struggle through the dark waters of turbulent forces as they try to overcome us?
Overwhelmed by successive waves of circumstances beyond our control, our inclination is to grasp hold of whatever lies before us.
Human nature digs our fingers in deep and splits our fingernails in anxiety. We exert all our energies in resisting the forces of change.
Our first reaction is to turn back to the past, to that which we are familiar, until we are entrapped in its undercurrents. The old man gently tugs and teases, whispering in our ears his deceptive voice. He wishes to erode our faith. Our foundation of sand quickly vanishes away.
Panic sets in as we realize we cannot stand against these forces alone. The intensity of the storm obliterates our view. Blinded, we cannot see the shoreline just ahead. Moment by moment our strength weakens as the undertow pulls at us.
Crying out for deliverance, we strain to hear an answer. None is heard except that of the vultures as they rob us of that which we hold to be of value.
Yet, the voice of resistance is heard from somewhere deep inside reminding us that we must resist the temptation of giving in to that which wishes to destroy us.
Rays of hope peek through the dark clouds allowing faith to swell up in our hearts.
Hope then gives faith the surge that is needed to overcome the depths of our trials and preserve us from drowning in despair.
Hope befriends faith and says, “Believe. There is a tomorrow.”
He sent from above, he took me; he drew me out of many waters;
He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them that hated me: for they were too strong for me.
They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay.
2 Samuel 22:17-19
To be continued.
©2016 Peggy Clark
Peggy Clark is author of the Bible study, So, What's the Latest News? Messages from a Prisoner in Rome published by WestBow Press, a division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan. Ask for it at your local Christian retailer or purchase online.