He will come through for you!

She stood on the cliffs. The Sun was out shining bathing her with a warm glow, and a breeze was filled with the saltiness of the sea below and sweet scent of flowers. Birds twitted in the trees behind her, the sea gulls called to one another as they fed across the great blue sea. The waves were far far below, and only small humps that bumped into the great cliff. The world was at peace. The world was as it should be.
She felt so happy and content. This was the way life was supposed to be.
But then it changed. The sun was covered by a cloud. She noticed that each wave was becoming larger and larger. The waves grew until they were monstors, coming up from the cliff, and reaching their dark fingers up towards her.
The sky drew darker as the sun set behind the clouds, and the rain started just as the waves had gotten so high that they were now splashing against her, trying with all their strength to push her off that rock and draw her into the dark whirling sea.
She could see no stars. Just darkness.
She could feel no warmth, she felt as cold as a corpse.
Fear crept up her. What if the waves overcame her strength and pulled her from the rock? Was the rock solid enough? Did it have enough strength to keep her there? Would it become slippery and push her feet to the depths?
Her eyes focused on each wave. She could see them rolling in the distance. As they came closer they became bigger, and with each wave she thought she would be tossed into the sea. The wave would come and almost pull her down. The rock became slippery. Each wave rolled towards her, filling her with fear. Then it would break upon her, and bring her closer and closer to the edge.
But it was never to much for her. The rock stayed solid and strong. And when she realized that she was not going to be washed off, that the rock was unmoved through it all, her fears slowly pulled away. No matter the waves, the rock would stay firm.
When she thought the waves were to big, to strong, she would concentrate on her only hope;the rock was strong. The rock would not let her go. The rock would not give her up.
When morning finally came, she was worn through. She slumped down and lay there, without one more ounce of strength in her body. The sun dried her clothes and warmed her heart. The clear blue skies gave her courage, and the waves once again abated, only tiny lumps far below her.
The rock would not move. When night came again, she would be alright. Though the waves be high, she would not be moved.

God is not about to give up on you. He will stay firm through every storm in your life. When you concentrate on what might happen, what could happen, you might think that you have no chance. That the troubles are to big and to much for you.
Don't give up! Concentrate on Jesus. He will never let you go. He has the strength to get you through this. His love never ever fails.
Friends might hurt you; family might leave you; but God never will. Hold onto that through the storm. The morning will come at the end. It will get better. And God will never leave you or forsake you. He will come through for you!

“Sometimes God calms the storm, but sometimes God lets the storm rage and calms His child.”

― Leslie Gould

 

~ Meggie