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He's in the boat

This last month it seems family and friends have been besieged with problems. Health problems, emotional needs, crisis situations, car wrecks, tornadoes (my hometown was hit Sat night), and changes in the family set-up, loss of jobs, fear of losing jobs, and the pain of watching co-workers lose their jobs when you keep yours.
This morning as I read about the pain and hurt in their lives, I am reminded of that passage from Isaiah 43:2
"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."
Sharon Daniels' talk from Matthew, where Christ was in the boat with the disciples DURING THE STORM comes to mind. He was there with them, the entire time, even when they ignored Him. He was there, ready to offer assistance, just waiting for them to ask. He was there, even when they were afraid their lives were over. He was there.
It reminds me of the words to that song:

He is here, Hallelujah, He is here, Amen
He is here, Holy Holy, I will bless His name again
He is here, listen closely
Hear Him calling out your name
He is here, you can touch Him
You will never be the same


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