The Storms of Life, continued
©2016 Peggy Clark
Dusting off the dried clumps of sand from her face and hands, she began her trek in the direction of the rooftop when suddenly there was a deep voice from behind her.
Turning she saw a gray-haired man with a fishing pole and a bucket in his hand. “Good morning, Miss. Fine morning isn’t it? And where did you come from?”
“Are you all right?” he said as she suddenly fell backward. “You must be hurt. Here, let me help you.”
She had not previously noticed the dried blood that covered her right arm and leg. Nor could she have seen the bruising on her face and other parts of her ravaged body.
As if shaken out of a daze, she began to weep uncontrollably. Memory now came to remind her of things she could not now bear to remember.
“Here, here, let me help you! You mustn’t cry. I won’t harm you. Stay still now while I look at your arms and legs.”
She nodded affirmation although the tears just would not stop.
The gray-haired man patiently checked for cuts and broken bones.
“Well, my lady. You’ve got some nasty cuts and bruises. Hopefully, you have no broken bones, but I don’t want to run the risk of injuring you any further. Will you trust me to run to the house yonder and bring round a truck? I won’t be any longer than I have to, I promise.”
She lay back and rested. Finally, help had come. Maybe Providence was on her side.
“In my distress, I called upon the LORD, and cried to my God: and he did hear my voice out of his temple, and my cry did enter into his ears.” 2 Samuel 22:7
We may ask why the journey of life had to take us down a particular path, why we were left alone to struggle through the waves of trials and temptations that sought to overcome us, and why it took us so long to get to a place of safety and respite.
Storms come as unwelcome disturbances in our lives.
Those disturbances present themselves in a variety of ways. They may consist of a ripple, a splash, a flood tide, or even a tidal wave.
When our vessels filled with the lower pressures of mediocrity, complacency, and sinful desires meet with the higher pressures of holiness, compassion, truth, and situations not of our choosing, struggles develop.
Our response to God’s trimming makes the difference as to whether our sails are filled with the wind and prosper spiritually or are ripped from their spars and toppled in defeat.
Sometimes our response of grasping on to whatever lies before us drowns those who are trying to liberate us from our muddy waters.
We resist the command of submission to someone else’s control and find ourselves drowning in despair.
It is when we look upward instead of downward that we catch a breath from God and see His hand reaching out in deliverance.
No matter how surprised we may be at the onslaught of the storm, we find that each disturbance does come with its own special blessing. Those individual blessings may be hidden at the moment, but they are there just the same.
We are strengthened as we struggle through the swelling waters and find that God is on the tip of every resounding wave, inviting us to come and walk with Him on the water.
We discover that His is the only Voice that has the power to calm the storm in our souls.
“[B]e not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee” (Isaiah 41:10).
After the storm we wake to find that the rubble in our lives has been loosed and carried far out to sea. If remnants remain, they are only there to remind us of our deliverance from that which sought to destroy us.
Our outlook is freshened and intensely set on things that are of greater importance than the mediocrity of the past.
Our vessels become known as seaworthy, able to withstand the storms of life, and able to lead others through troubled waters.
Why does it take us so long to get to a place of safety and respite?
It takes as long as it takes for us to realize that God is our Life Preserver, the Tugboat who draws us into His safe harbor and can give us calm waters in the midst of any storm.
It takes just as long as it takes for us to accept this truth.
And accepting Truth is how we survive the storms of life.
© 2016 Peggy Clark
Peggy Clark is also the author of So, What's the Latest News? Messages from a Prisoner in Rome published by WestBow Press, a division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan.
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