A few months ago I was thanking God and praising Him for how wonderful my life was going. My son who had been out of work had just gotten a great job that combines two things he loves; computer technology and missions. My two daughters were at school in Spokane, Washington and loving it. My job was going great and I enjoyed the people I work with. My marriage was stronger than ever as my husband and I were enjoying some refreshment at Hume Lake Christian Camp. When friends I had not seen in a while asked how I was doing I replied, “Wonderful. Life is good.” We no sooner got down from the mountain from Hume Lake when our cell phone rang. My father-in-law was in the hospital with heart failure and the diagnosis was not good.
My “life is good” bubble quickly burst as we hurriedly made plans to travel to Washington State to visit him and assess the situation for ourselves. Within the next several days more trials came our way and I knew that I was living the book of James chapter 1. I was being tried and tested in all areas of my life and I did not like it. I did not like it one little bit.
Like most people when the storms of life hit I turn to God with my bag of emotions. Frustration, anger, denial, sorrows, bargaining, and strong desires to flee from the troubles bombard my mind and heart. It takes me several days spent in prayer and deep thought to process all that is happening in my life. At some point, I usually turn to a dear friend and mentor to help me sort through the mess of my emotions and thoughts. For the first time in 18 years I could not do that as she was in the midst of her own storm.
When I returned to the office after visiting my in-laws in Washington, my office space was in chaos as the office rooms were being rearranged. The chaos seemed to symbolize my life at that moment and I had to resist the urge to sit down in the middle of my floor and weep. I was not navigating this storm well. Just when I felt as if my boat was about to capsize, the letter appeared.
My husband found it when we were organizing the office. It had been mailed almost 7 years ago to the day. It was written in longhand from another dear friend and mentor who has been with Jesus now for many years. I wept as I read it. It was healing and refreshment to my soul. I read it again. I was stunned at how accurately it spoke to the very season of life I was now in. I was reminded of how wise this dear woman was, also a pastor’s wife. How well she understood the life my husband and I had been called to. She spent her life encouraging others and her ministry is still impacting my life.
I read that letter over and over that day and one part stood out among the rest.
“Where is your faith? Why don’t you shout victory in the very face of the storm, and say to the raging winds and rolling waves, you can do no harm, for Christ the Mighty Savior is on board!”
And in her wonderful southern humor she also wrote, “remember Christ said, ‘Let us go to the other side’-not the middle of the lake to be drowned.”
What a great gift that letter was; the first time that she sent it and the second time that God sent it. How good of God to send us the letter again to remind us that when our boat is rocking and rolling there is no need to fear; for Christ the Mighty Savior is on board. Life is indeed good for I have a Savior who not only directs the storms in my life but gets in the boat with me to see me safely to the other side.