TITLE: Time of Need 8/27/18
By David Lowe
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Time of Need
The sky lit up like an instant sunrise. He stuck to the shadows, doing his best to be as quiet as a mouse hurrying through the rubble of the bombed out building. It was no longer recognizable as to what the original purpose of the building was, the middle section was all that was left standing.
Making his way over the broken bricks and slabs of reinforced concrete, he crawled behind a wall just as a burst of light flashed overhead. Slowly making his way down the dark hole of the hallway, he finds an open door. Using his hands as feelers, he inches his way through the doorway, closing his eyes in an attempt to see better. The darkness and the heaviness of the moment make him feel as though he was at the bottom of the ocean, completely helpless and scared.
Another flash of light, this time brighter and it made his knees buckle. Moving a little faster, he soon realizes that he’s in a closet of some sort. Finding a corner, he slowly sinks to the floor as if arming an old Jack-in-the-Box toy. Only he wasn’t about to jump up to scare someone, he wasn’t going to move another inch.
A clap came from somewhere outside, he nearly fell over while sitting on the floor. He began saying the prayers that he had learned as a child, something he always did whenever he was really scared.
Just then something cold and wet touched his hand. Reaching out into the darkness, he found a furry body standing there. Not knowing what that was and too scared to reach out to try and find it again, he laid down and curled up into a ball and started to softly cry.
The stench of what he thought was dirty, wet wool filled his nostrils. The creature had walked over and laid down right in front of his face. He reached out and touched the creature again and realized it was just a dog. For some reason, he started to relax and feel at ease. The loud claps of noise and flashes of light seem to fade away. He laid there holding the dog and was soon fast asleep.
Waking the next morning, he rubbed the sleep from eyes as he stretched. Using what little bit of light that crept through the cracks and numerous bullet holes in the walls. He searched the little closet for the dog but could not find it.
Then he realized that the dog was not just some random dog who happened to be where he was in a time of need.
Isaiah 41:10 NLT
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”
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