My eyes fail, looking for my God.”
(Psalm 69:3 NIV)
It was an Alabama Fourth of July on beautiful Lake Martin, a vast recreational area known for extravagant Independence Day celebrations.
The pontoon boat, loaded with drinks, food, towels, sunscreen, family and friends, promised a fun day on the water. As the sun set, a Montgomery radio station aired patriotic music to accompany the dazzling fireworks' display. We relaxed and enjoyed the concert synchronized with the overhead spectacle.
Click, Click. Click, Click. Our boat’s radio had drained its battery. Dead in the water, we called out for help as boaters whizzed precariously past. A kind family in a pontoon boat saw our predicament and came to our rescue.
Several years later my sister, Nell Ann, and her husband, Greg, came for a weekend on the lake. The pontoon boat’s motor suddenly died in the middle of a moonlit cruise. We called out to a lone fisherman 200 yards away. Fortunately, he heard our SOS and graciously towed us to the dock.
I believe that God allows helplessness, disasters and storms so we will seek Him, trust Him.
Think back – when was the last time you cried out to your heavenly Father? Was it during an accident? Illness? Financial struggle? Did He send a rescue team, an angel of mercy to your side?
I thank God today for saving my “ship” more times than I can recall. I hope you will, too!