
"The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their waves." (Psalm 93:3)
When our second son was born, he was placed in the intensive care unit within a couple of hours after birth. He had developed a hole in one lung, and then later, the other lung. After about a week, he seemed to be fine. The doctors had taken him off the respirator and he was breathing normally. They had taken the tubes out of his chest. Our hopes and spirits were lifted that he would be coming home soon. Then suddenly, his abdomen began filling with fluid, his was dehydrating, and he was fast approaching death unless emergency surgery was performed. We were overwhelmed. Where once there was hope and faith, suddenly there was despair. The enemy had come in like a flood.
Not only did the flood come in, it also lifted up its voice..... "God doesn't care!", the flood's voice declared. It screamed at us, "Your baby is going to die! There's no use! You might as well give up!" Perhaps the flood you are enduring now is screaming these same words at you. Your trial may be different, but the voice is always the same, "Give up! God doesn't care! There's no hope! There's no use in going on!"
Listen my friends. I have good news for you. Sometimes the noise of a storm is more terrifying than the storm itself. The floods may lift up their voices, and they may make a lot of noise, but "The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea." (Psalm 93:4). Hallelujah!
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