day no. 12,953: the difficult lesson of sink or swim‏

(this is essentially part 3 of this saga now reflecting upon the ordeal altogether. if you haven't read Tuesday or Wednesday's posts, they will help fill in the rest of the story)

Matthew 14:30

But when he saw the strength of the wind, he was afraid. And beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me!”

 

I should have yelled, “Lord, save me!” loud enough for my friends to hear and take note of my weakness and God’s goodness.

 

Instead, I sent an email the equivalent of saying, “I’m drowning. It was nice knowing you.”

 

Rather than an obituary, I should have sent an S.O.S.

 

I should have said, “I’m drowning. Please help me!”

 

Luckily for me, I have friends and family who love me enough to reach down into the pit and pull me out.

 

While I was all too content to allow myself to be sunk lower than the grave, my friends believed in God enough for me, enough to come get me, enough to believe He was enough for me if they could get the message through the muck.

 

God blessed their rescue mission and I am on solid ground again.

 

“Lord, save me!”

 

May all who know me hear me often say it.