Thursday, February 13, 2014

The boat.


It’s no secret that the past several months have been challenging in our home—we learned of a twin pregnancy, then learned that we will get to meet one little one on the other side of eternity, and of one tough little boy that we will get to meet in May. Michael lost his job, and began his walk into ministry. These past few months have been filled with lessons that I didn’t anticipate learning a year ago.

 That somewhere in the middle of grief and loss, somewhere in the middle of the murky waters of miscarriage, there is a loving God. Somewhere.. some days it’s easier to find Him than others.
 
That somewhere in my empty bank account is a God that knows my needs and is in control of my family’s future.

See God is God, and he is still good, regardless of my circumstances. I sob out of anger and confusion and hurt, worry, panic—but He is still God, even when I can’t see it.

And some days I can’t see a way out of all of this pain and stress. When our needs feel so great that I dare only whisper them in prayer. When my fears feel like they paralyze me. It’s a lonely road to walk, but He stoops low and meets me where I am and whispers words of encouragement—ones that I hope will encourage you too.

 
Matthew 8:24-26

“Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord! Save us! We’re going to drown!” He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.”

 

Jesus is in the boat, in the middle of the storm with me. “You of little faith..” As I sit here and cry out to God. I’m not alone, and we are in this boat because we have been CALLED somewhere, with a purpose. We have not been put in the boat to drown and die.

And neither have you.

Remember that today, we all have storms, and none of us is in the boat alone.