My God is REAL!

Last week was a trying week for me and admittedly, i have not quite been keeping up with God's word. But like the poem which says that in times when i need God most, there is only 1 set of foot prints on the sand, its when He is carrying me through....

Just as I shared during my cell group that God is very literal with me. for example, He would physically turn off my internet to make me read His word - this is true as it has happened more than once now. He gave me this daily bread reading last night just before i went to bed.

April 28, 2008 Monday

by Philip Yancey (Job 2)

We rightly disparage Job's three friends for their insensitive response to his suffering. Yet when they came, they sat in silence beside Job for 7 days before speaking. As it turned out, those were the most eloquent moments they spent with him.

Instinctively, I shrink back from people who are in pain. Who can know whether they want to talk about their predicament or not? Do they want to be consoled, or cheered up? What good can my presence possibly do?

Tony Campolo tells of going to a funeral. By mistake he ended up in the wrong parlor. It held the body of an elderly man, and his widow was the only mourner present. She seemed so lonely that Campolo decided to stay for the funeral. He even drove with her to the cemetery.

As the conclusion of the graveside service, Campolo finally confessed that he had not known her husband. "I thought as much," said the widow. "But it doesn't really matter. You'll never ever know what this means to me."

Most often those who suffer remember the quiet, unassuming person. Someone who was there when needed, who listened, who didn't keep glancing at a watch, who hugged, touched, and cried. In short, someone who was available and came on the sufferer's terms, not their own.

Often, the best comfort is just being there.