Relieve, restitution, ready, reason, rescue, retreat, restore
You would be amazed to know how many words start with “re”. Lots and lots. I am so ready for my next game of “Words With Friends.” Today I’m picking “rescue” because I often need rescuing.
This is going to be a primarily religious post so if this isn’t in your comfort zone, please feel free to exit. I’m not offended.
I am a Christian. A Christian who has been rescued more times than I deserve. God is like that. He rescues us even when we’ve done everything wrong. Even when we don’t deserve it. He rescued the Israelites time and time again even though they broke every commandment more than once, I might add.
As I mature in my faith, I know what God expects of me. The particulars aren’t always crystal clear but the underlying truths are very clear.
For example, Proverbs has a lot to say about laziness. To me this means that if my mood is starting to drop, I know that being a couch potato isn’t going to help. Sometimes taking a day off and doing nothing does work but only if it’s a decision I’ve made and not my depression deciding for me.
Proverbs also has a lot to say about the words we use. When I’m starting to feel down, I know that it’s important to choose my words carefully, not so much for other people, but for me in particular. My ears hear as well and what I hear sets me up for a good mood or or a bad one. We really need to understand that what we hear from our own lips has more power than what we ever hear from anyone else.
But sometimes I can do all the right things I know to do, and depression still makes its presence known. This is when God steps in and rescues.
- Sometimes it’s in the form of a phone call.
- Sometimes it’s an errand that gets me out of the house.
- Sometimes it’s someone who needs me.
- Sometimes God rescues through the reading of His word. I’ll have the uncanny feeling that God is speaking to me personally. (Many Christians report the same experience.)
Sometimes the rescue is really extraordinary. About fourteen years ago, (which was a period when depression really had a stronghold on me) I came home to find a message on our house phone.
I pressed the play button. The voice I heard was unfamiliar. I didn’t have a clue who it was but she was praying-for me. She prayed for about a minute or two and I can still remember the chill I felt. The prayer she prayed was uncanny. It was as if she knew everything about me and particularly the bad day I was having. Another “God rescue”. I’ve never forgotten it.
God knows when we’ve lost our way. He knows when we’ve run out of options. He knows when the timing is right for our rescue. So today I’m really thankful to know I love a God who rescues me when He knows I need rescuing.
God bless and I hope you have a good day.