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!
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