Hope In The Midst Of Deep Waters
You are in the midst of deep waters.
A flood of deep waters, and every time you feel the water recede, another tsunami wave comes.
Water and hopelessness – burning your lungs as you cry out and the spit and sputter at the surface as it rolls over your head, only to have another come and crash over you, driving you below the surface.
God! Help!
The Word Is Our Hope In The Midst Of Deep Waters
The Word
The only hope in the dark and merciless storms. Under the tumultuous seas. The hope of a life vest, the hope of a raft. The hope of rescue when all you can see is the waves. The hope that though we are battered and buffeted, we are NOT destroyed.
Safe In His Arms In The Midst Of Deep Waters
When I was a small child, my surfer brother would take me to the beach. He would carry me in his strong arms out in what seemed like the deepest part of the sea for a little girl of 4. He would stand there like a pillar in the ocean. He would point out to the open ocean and warn me a wave was on its way, and when it was upon m,e he would say, “Quick, hold your breath!” I couldn’t take my eyes off of the wave. It terrified me growing before me as I watched it grow to a towering monster ready to consume me. I cried out in fear as it loomed above me, holding him tight. Again, he would say “HOLD YOUR BREATH”, but I didn’t. “But the wave! The Wave!” I would yell in my baby voice. It would slam over us as I would cling to him crying, sputtering, coughing. “Why didn’t you hold your breath?” He would ask me. “I was scared!” I cried.
I could see him still in the midst of the swirling wave, his long hair caught up in the water swirling around his face, but still he was there.
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The wave pulled and tore at me, trying to whisk me away, but it wasn’t stronger than the grip my big brother had on me. His eyes were on me the entire time, so full of love and care.
“I have you, honey. I love you and nothing, Nothing will take you out of my hands”, he said to me, a smile in his voice.
Me, still clinging to him with my hands on his shoulders and legs wrapped around him.
Read:
John 10:29, Hebrews 12:2 & Isaiah 43:2 and Isaiah 41:13
Instead of focusing on the waves cresting, growing, towering above ready to crash down on us we have to keep our eyes on Him. Jesus. Nothing can pluck us from His hands.
“Every flood of trouble remakes the topography of our souls making us better or bitter. ~ Ann Voscamp”
“But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”
29 “Come,” he said.
Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”
31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” Matthew 14:27-31 NIV”
“I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand. John 10:28 NIV”
How does this provide hope in your current storm?
