Good morning…
All week our TVs have afforded us front row seats for the forecasted devastation of Hurricane Florence. Experts have mapped out the mayhem, predicting the path of this strong-willed storm. What will we see when we turn on the news today?
How many people over the coming hours will privately pray? “Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God” (Psalm 69:1-3, NIV).
There are different types of deep, dark waters. Physical. Emotional. Financial. Relational. Spiritual. When is the last time troubled waters have inched up our very own neck, sinking us into the miry depths where we fight to feel a feeble foothold? When deep waters rise and floods engulf, our parched throats cry out for help and our failing eyes look, look, look for the God who says, “I am here.”
LORD of mysterious power and presence, might we, along with our coastal neighbors, eventually live into another Psalm? I waited patiently for the Lord to help me, and he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord (Psalm 40:1-3, NLT).
Amen, LORD God. May it be so.
…Sue…
