I found myself in a real bad place Friday night. Grief hit me out of nowhere – like a ton of bricks.
How do you have Mother’s Day without a mother?
I stayed there – in that place – well into Saturday. The tears wouldn’t stop. I wanted to cancel the whole holiday. Tell my husband and kids not to do anything. Tell my sisters not to come over. Just pretend it wasn’t a thing.
Grief is real. These dark places – they’re real. Full of regrets and what-ifs. Full of taunts and stolen memories. And if you think for one second that Christians don’t slip down into deep, dark places you better think again.
In the midst of me spiraling deeper and deeper into that pit of sorrow, I whispered these words, “Help me, Jesus.”
And it took me back.
It took me back to the last time Frank and I went to Colorado. We love the rapids, and this particular trip we chose the most dangerous level we could find – the 5’s.
About halfway through the ride our raft flipped upside down, and I found myself pinned to the bottom of the river by a Minnesota man that was desperately trying to save himself.
Pinned down, white-water currents madly swirling around me, and no air left in my lungs – I cried out, “Help me, Jesus.” In that moment He lifted me up out of the raging waters and placed me safely on the river’s edge. I don’t know how long I was under – long enough to need saving. Long enough to need a miracle.
He did the same thing for me Saturday afternoon. When I cried out, God dove in. He dove in, and He lifted me up.
At some point in life every single human being will need saving. They’ll spiral or fall or be pinned down. The difference between a believer and a non-believer being down in that pit of despair is that the Believer knows who to call on to pull them out. The Christian believes without a doubt that they will be saved. The Christian has hope.
Cry out to Jesus, y’all. Let Him save you.
“He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along.” Psalm 40:2