When the afflicted man called out, the Lord heard,
and from all his distress he saved him.
I’m writing this reflection for Thanksgiving Eve a bit early as I have much Thanksgiving prepping to do.
On this particular day, it’s raining again. I decided that the time crunch wouldn’t keep me from some much-needed exercise, so I took a walk before sitting at my keyboard. I donned my hooded jacket and embarked upon my familiar trek through the neighborhood. As I walked, I enjoyed the blurry perspective which those persistent drops forced upon me. As I walked further, it occurred to me that the emotional rains which fall too often in our lives are not as enjoyable.
A teen I know and love is enduring some tough times. Though the storm brewing overhead is partially this young ones choice, those who care are doing their best to provide the right umbrella to keep this kid 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 young person’s 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 all of our lives far too often. When it does, we do our best sometimes by simply standing by. When the time is right, we’ll know. It’s then that God will help us to determine which umbrella we can offer to keep our loved one dry.
Compassionate God, keep this teen and all concerned in your care. Give them the strength to face today and let them know that you are with them every step of the way.
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