“I felt trapped
in the misery of my life. Lost in the sorrow of my soul.” These words hit me
like a ton of bricks. They were spoken by a little girl who was displaced from
her home and family. She appeared to only be about 9 years old. There was no
normalcy in her life. She grew up watching her father drink to intoxication,
then watching her mother become his punching bag. She was also physically
abused by her father. She protected her younger brother the only way she knew how.
That was until she was taken from her parents. Separated from her younger
brother. She felt trapped and lost. Not just on the surface, but in her soul. A
soul filled with sorrow.
Her story reminds me of how many of us feel when faced with the storms of life. In Acts 27:20, we see that there was a bout of hopeless. “When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and the storm continued raging, we finally gave up all hope of being saved.” Issue after issue. The darkness begins to outweigh the light. We are over…
Her story reminds me of how many of us feel when faced with the storms of life. In Acts 27:20, we see that there was a bout of hopeless. “When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and the storm continued raging, we finally gave up all hope of being saved.” Issue after issue. The darkness begins to outweigh the light. We are over…