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This is not the first post I intended to write for this blog. However, the Spirit speaks louder than words can express and who am I to ignore such a prompting?
Two days ago, my dear sweet uncle died suddenly. Even now, I want to cry out and deny the truth of his passing for he was a giant among men and went much too soon.
Earlier in the week, a link came across my Facebook feed. The topic was grief. I was not grieving at the time, so I almost passed it by. But something told me to read it.
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But you don't have to endure this alone. As you drift in the sea, battling the waves that relentlessly pound, you cry out, "Master, help me!" Before the last word is uttered, a life preserver flies though the air and soon you are joined by our Savior, the one who has suffered it all. He is there to guide you through the storm, having been there before.
When your grip slips, He is there to wrap His arms around you and keep you from drowning. As tears streak down your face, you look to find those same tears mirrored in His eyes. For only He knows the true depths of your pain.
So when the waves of grief wash over you, reach out. Cry out His name. Beg for His help, His guidance.
He loves you more than you will ever know, for He has suffered deeper than you would believe possible. And He did it for you. Yes, you.
22. Now it came to pass on a certain day, that he went into a ship with his disciples: and he said unto them, Let us go over unto the other side of the lake. And they launched forth.
23. But as they sailed, he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy.
24. And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Master, master, we perish. Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm.
(Luke 8: 22-24)