Somehow, I convinced my father to go body surfing in Atlantic City some years back. He had invited me on this trip because he knew I had been hurting and thought this would help get my mind off of my emotional pain. There were signs posted warning us of dangerous conditions but, we dove in anyway.
Suddenly, I heard my father crying out for help. I thought he was joking at first. Then I realized he was fighting a fierce under-current so, I swam out to help him. After being beat up by the waves and fearing for our lives, we were finally saved by a lifeguard. Neither of us were praying men at that stage of our lives but, we gave thanks to God together that we were spared.
It’s easy for me to look back on this and many other situations in my life to see the loving and protective hand of God. It’s the crying out part that I’m hesitant to do today though. Only when I’m out of solutions and strength do I seem to get to the point of fervently seeking the LORD. I’m glad God’s love is NOT dependent on how loud I pray but I wonder why I’m often reserved in my praise and petitions.
God never takes His eye off of you. He cares more for you than you care for yourself. He is our Father, Savior and Comforter. Love Him in return.
“I cried out, “I am slipping!” but your unfailing love, O LORD, supported me. When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.” Psalm 94:18-19 NLT