Since I am sure that both of my readers of my blog will find it disturbing, alas, I plan to close this post with a short story that a friend sent me today.
This has been a long couple of weeks for me. Are you all getting tired of me complaining yet? I cannot recall ever being so tired for so long and feeling that things are never going to change. And yet I know that they will. They simply have to. Yes, I know that I'm not going through the great depression or a fire that has taken everything we own....I think that I'm just still trying to adjust to having everything change so quickly against my will and being powerless to change it.
I'm tired and tomorrow is Good Friday. The schools are out, but I'm working. So are a lot of other people...I know that. Just not feeling like celebrating much tonight. Just sayin'. I'm waiting for my ship....read on.
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'
Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers.
'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.
The Moral of This Story:
It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.
Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to
the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
This has been a long couple of weeks for me. Are you all getting tired of me complaining yet? I cannot recall ever being so tired for so long and feeling that things are never going to change. And yet I know that they will. They simply have to. Yes, I know that I'm not going through the great depression or a fire that has taken everything we own....I think that I'm just still trying to adjust to having everything change so quickly against my will and being powerless to change it.
I'm tired and tomorrow is Good Friday. The schools are out, but I'm working. So are a lot of other people...I know that. Just not feeling like celebrating much tonight. Just sayin'. I'm waiting for my ship....read on.
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'
Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers.
'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.
The Moral of This Story:
It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.
Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to
the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
1 comment:
I know this is old. But, I'm catching up.
SO TRUE!!! Love this story.
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