Two weeks ago, I was at the lake.
For the first time I witnessed the search and rescue teams at work. There was a missing boater and the crews were out in mass looking for the missing father of 2.
It was a humbling experience. What do we rely on in this type of situation?
How could the serene and picturesque water I had grown to love and appreciate hold such grief and sorrow?
I am sure these thoughts had been felt before by other families in similar situations near a body of water.
May we all respect the nature around us. It is much bigger than any one person.
A wife and her two young children buried their father and husband this week. May God bless them with strength and courage with each passing day.
Psalm 9:9
The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
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