This past weekend I talked on the phone with my younger sister. She lives in Zachary, La., the area that has flooded. She and her husband are with one of her daughters, who lives near, but on higher ground. I didn’t know there was a flood threatening their area because I haven’t been paying much attention to the news. I saw a brief update on the television and immediately called her. I learned they just had time to put on their shoes and gather a few things they needed before friends of their grandson came to rescue them. Her husband is an amputee and has some health problems so this had to be extra tough for them. He uses a motorized chair most of the time but does have a prosthetic leg he uses also. They were able to take both of those things.
I know their situation, and rescue isn’t the worst that has or will happen to people in that area -- but I know them. I know how hard they worked on their place; and it had flooded in ’83. They raised the house three feet then, and worked hard getting it all back together. I am amazed at their attitude -- perhaps they’re in shock -- but they just say, “it is what it is.” I do find comfort in the fact that they were saved, and they are “saved.” They know where their help comes from and know that He that promised to keep them is faithful.
I was reminded of this verse in Isaiah 43:2(a): “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers they will not sweep over you. 3(a) For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.” And even knowing they will be taken care of, I still feel lots of heartache for them. It’s just our nature to want to be there to help with whatever we can, encouragement or strength -- just something to lift them up.
I can’t get there, but I can lift them up in prayer. Right now that’s what they need most I’m sure -- not only them, but the thousands of others affected by this flood. It kind of makes my problems seem like blessings, for they certainly could be worse. I hope I will always remember all this when something doesn’t go as I had planned and I feel like complaining. I’d better start counting to 10, and name a blessing after each number. God is still in control. Praise Him.
Have a great week and give God the glory!