He Is There
"I lift up my eyes to the hills -- where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth."
-- Psalm 121:1-2
It's amazing how quickly our lives can change. Sometimes in ways we could never imagine. None of us expect a 44-year-old in good health to have a debilitating stroke. The sadness is only multiplied by her aloneness. No husband and children making daily visits. No family eagerly waiting for her return home. Just an uncertain future and a scary reality.
My greatest fear come to life. What is yours? We all have a great fear that goes beyond the death or illness of a loved one. It's that deep fear of what might happen to us. Is your fear being unable to recognize the people around you? Being unable to move? Fighting an incurable disease and all the pain and suffering that comes with it? Being homeless? Being alone?
Sometimes in life dark days descend and it seems like the sun will never rise again. Hope is something far away, something we can't quite grasp anymore. Others may be present but they can't quite grasp the depth of our agony and despair. God can. He is ever watchful, kind and compassionate, reaching out to help lift us up in our darkest hour.
Sadly sometimes that dark hour is when we feel most separated from God. We don't understand. We feel abandoned. The hurt goes so deep. We are certain that He has left us to face this tragedy alone. But He is there.
Why do things happen the way they do? Why do some people seem destined to suffer, while others glide through life relatively unscathed? It's not fair but, then, we were never promised fairness. What He promised was help in the dark days. He promised light when the darkness closed in. He promised we would never, ever be alone.
None of us know what the future holds. Life is fragile at best. I am grateful that we have a God, a Savior, a Spirit, who love and care for us on this journey. Light has seen the victory and that is something we can always hold on to.
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