Echoes from the Campfire

You never know how a man will stack up until he’s faced with it.”
–Louis L’Amour  (Tucker)

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever!”
–2 Corinthians 4:17 (NLT)
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You wouldn’t think that there could be so much rain in the clouds.  Let me tell you friend, when the skies decide to become unfriendly about all you can do is hunker down and trust in the Lord.  What is it that allows you to hold firm in the midst of a hurricane?  What is it that holds you when the waters rise and begins to enter the house?  It had better be the Lord.

          “Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
           When clouds unfold their wings of strife?
           When the strong tides life and the cables strain,
           Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?”
                    –Priscilla J. Owen

No matter what comes, no matter the flood, winds, or devastation there is no despair when we are held secured by the Savior.  Though things may be gloomy and the skies dark, there is the hope that He will see us through until the storm passes.  We must endure and stay secure in Him.

          “It is safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
           For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
           And the cables passed, from His heart to mine,
           Can defy that blast, thro’ strength divine.”

It is at night that there is often the most fear.  For it is at night that we cannot see the water rise, we cannot see the breakers dash, we cannot see the surge dash.  Traveling through the flood there is the danger of the current and the breaking away of foundations that may be underneath.  Ravaged by the flood, the earth below may give way, however, when we are securely holding on the hand of the Savior we know that we have safe passage.  His strong and mighty arm will hold us against any part of the flood.

          “It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear–
           When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
           Though the tempest rave and the wild wind blow,
           Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.”

No matter the type of flood that comes our way, He is there holding us.  The tidal wave of despair will not overcome us as we hold onto His hand.  If that last great flood that comes to every man–the flood of death, we can still rest secure in Him for He has been that way and has secured our victory.

          “If will firmly hold in the Flood of Death–
           When the waters cold chill our latest breath,
           On the rising tide it can never fail,
           While our hopes abide within the Veil.

           When our eyes behold the gath’ring night
           The city of gold, our harbor bright,
           We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
           With the storms all past forevermore.”

The flood will not last!  Whether it be a physical flood here on this earth, there will come an end to it.  The sun will shine again, and we will continue on.  It might be that last great flood that hits life, and when we pass through that veil we will forever be anchored along the crystal sea in heaven’s bright land.  Either way the storm will not last.

                    “We have an anchor that keeps the soul
                     Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
                     Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
                     Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.”