I thought my world had come to an end.

   There I was hours away from home

      and my mommy and daddy and two brothers.

Suddenly sent away to stay with my aunt when my mother came down with polio.

Not knowing that I’d ever see my family again.

Not understanding.

Confused and scared.

Lost and all alone.

It was a time of seeming hopelessness that I will never forget.

Four months later my dad surprised me by suddenly showing up

    and taking me back home.

Reunited again our family of 5

   with the best Christmas I could ever want.

Everyone together.

There are times in life when the fog settles in

   covering the obvious from our eyes.

We see no indications of God at work for us.

Matter of fact, all seems hopeless.

We grope looking for something to hold on to

   but find only more nothingness.

Our ears strain to hear something

    anything to show that He cares

   only to be met with silence.

We weep with those who have lost family members

    innocent babies and

      precious children and

        loving spouses and

         parents.

Where are you God? We cry.

And then as if it was yesterday I remember sitting alone on that bed

   so far from home

   and the sound of a familiar voice.

I had no idea what was going on

 as I sat there feeling so abandoned.

But God did know

   and my parents had not forgotten me.

We can not base our beliefs totally on what we see or hear or feel. There is more.

The truth is

    that although we do not understand

      might never understand

          our God knows and is still good.

This verse shines brightly “Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vine, though the olive crop fails, and the fields produce no food,  though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in God my Savior.” (Habakkuk 3:17-18)

 

Though the fog continues to surround us

   and we seem to be trapped by what we do see and hear

 let’s praise Him.

Yes, let’s lift our hearts high with praise as the tears run down our faces

We will rejoice in our God

     my Savior

     your Savior.

And if the fog lifts

    we will praise Him

      But if it doesn’t

      Yes, if it doesn’t we will yet praise Him.

     He is still worthy of our praise and we will continue to wait upon Him.

A little four year old girl discovered after a very long, seemingly endless wait

    that she was still loved.

And so are you.

Deeply loved. Infinitely treasured.

Yes, so are you.

Hold on, my friend.