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There’s a reason the Navy has a saying, almost like a blessing, “Fair winds and following seas.”
The fear factor of ocean travel has always been a level ten for me. I think it’s amazing! I wonder at the vast courage of a several thousands of years of men, women, and children who have embarked on multitudes of sea voyages.
Without the hundreds of thousands of brave travelers, we would not have the global knowledge and technological advances we enjoy today.
The Horatio Hornblower movies, BBC version, was like viewing a foreign world for me. The vast unknown and the thought of a wild storm at sea makes me a landlubber. A cozy home, a bit of solid earth under my feet, a garden, loving friends and family nearby, and a few animals, well, that’s my happy place. My comfort zone.
Just a few weeks ago, one of my husband’s doctors said his body was undergoing “The Perfect Storm.” More bad news.
It’s a wild ride here. Things beyond our control, and out of the doctor’s control are raging in our lives right now. Like a ship being tossed by waves that are several stories high, we have no idea how to survive this. God is our only Rock of safety and Refuge in this storm. There’s no other Help for us. We’re not shaking our fists at Him.
Even when and if the storm ceases, our ship is never going to look the same again. Not here on this earth. Battered, scarred, broken pieces dangling and useless… at least that’s what we’re tempted to think right now in the middle of the raging seas.
Maybe broken is beautiful?! God’s plans are not lost at sea. He brings all of His children safely to the Golden Shore. No wonder Jesus slept through the storm while his disciples thought, “Don’t you care that we are about to DIE?” He trusted His Father completely.
Guess what? I’m waaay out of my comfort zone as a care-giving wife. It’s not a voyage I would have chosen. Lately I’ve done a lot of yelling and crying out in fear, just like Peter’s failed attempt to walk on water. “Lord, save me.” I do trust You. I’m just not perfectly trusting like Jesus who could sleep in the middle of a massive storm. “Lord, help my unbelief.”
I cannot possibly fathom the outcome of this storm. I don’t know how to navigate these stormy seas by myself. I cry. every. single. day.
I know for sure some of you ladies are right there with me. The sisterhood of the storm-battered and broken. So I’m reminding all of us, myself most of all, of three simple ways to let Jesus pilot us through these storms.
Number one: Keep God’s Word before you every single day. Listen. Read. Write down a verse.
I am blessed to have the Psalms on CD. I sometimes have time to listen to Sermon Audio online. The Lord’s Day finds me in church. At times I cannot hold back the tears as God’s Word echoes truth to my heart. Truth is my life raft.
Number two: Tell God every single thing. Every doubt. Every fear. Every angry thought. He hears your cry above the howling storm.
He already knows. Pour out your heart before Him. He can take it. Quite possibly no other human can. We’re tempted to really wish they could. It’s impossible for us to fully understand anothers’ burden. Even Christian counselors can’t see every facet of what is going on in your story. Helpful, but not always right. Like Job’s friends and wise counselors, none of them got it quite right, though they did have a lot of godly knowledge.
However, God knows every last hair on your head. While He often does use others to help guide us on our way, when the going gets too complicated, His wisdom never fails. Cry out to God who alone is our salvation.
Number three: Remember you are not the first or only person to sail through impossibly stormy seas.
Check out Hebrews 11 through 13. Read the stories of brave folk who lived through wars. I love a couple biographies, especially. One of them has been made into a movie, The Hiding Place. Corrie Ten Boom and her family were doing God’s work in Holland during WWII, rescuing Jews who were being rounded up by the Nazis.
Then some ugly, twisted soul tipped off the Gestapo. Corrie, her sickly sister Betsie, and her aged father were sent to concentration camps. Corrie was the only one to physically survive to tell the story. Beatings, starvation, personal humiliation, slave labor, cold, illness, fleas, watching her sister suffer, and not being able to bury her — she survived raging seas and stormy sorrow.
She lived to praise and glorify God, though her ship was battered and scarred.
Now that’s how I want my story to end. What about you? Are you hanging on for dear life? Post in the comments section, so we can pray for each other.
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On this Lord’s day I have tried time and again to post a link to a recent article written by a journalist from Good Morning, America, and posted on front page Yahoo a few weeks ago. It is very pertinent to the topic of this blog… wives dealing with long-term chronically ill husbands. So I am copying and pasting it here:
“Nothing is impossible with God.” This Biblical phrase gets tossed around tritely too often. If you think about in carefully, the reverse is also true: “Everything is impossible without God.” Our Savior stated this fact, “Without Me, you can do nothing. As the branch cannot bear fruit, except it abide in the vine, no more can you, except you abide in Me.”
My heart weeps for Mrs. Graves. She was dealing with a nearly impossible situation with little to no help. No wonder she lost her mind. I pray she finds true health and healing from the Great Physician.
In contrast, I just read a letter from a lady on my online support group- firstname.lastname@example.org. Her husband died of a heart attack unexpectedly after dealing with twenty years of chronic pain. This dear lady was faithful to her marriage commitment. Though recovering from severe exhaustion, she radiates the triumph of life and hope in Christ. I thank her for her words of hope and her faithful example. “I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.”