When the afflicted man called out, the Lord heard,
and from all his distress God saved him.
It’s raining again. I’ve decided to head out in spite of the downpour. I’ve donned my hooded jacket and embarked upon my familiar trek through the neighborhood. As I walk, I enjoy the blurry perspective which persistent drops force upon me. As I walk farther, it occurs to me that the emotional rains which fall too often in our lives are not enjoyable at all.
A friend is enduring some tough times. Though the storm brewing overhead is partially a personal choice, those who care are doing their best to provide the right umbrella to keep him dry. In the mean time, I find myself discouraged. Just as I can’t do a thing about today’s rainy forecast, I feel at a loss in this case. What can I do to help?
As I consider the lifetime of storms I’ve endured, I must acknowledge that those who loved me through these things proved to be great blessings simply by being there. Perhaps I can be of help by doing the same.
Rain falls in our lives far too often. When it does, we simply do our best by determining which umbrella will keep our loved one dry.
Compassionate God, keep my friend and all concerned in your care. Give them the peace to endure, knowing that you are with them every step of the way.
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