I have clung to these words with super glue. When you’re a single mom of three, you know you will face deep waters. I will face rivers of difficulty. Oh, and the fire of oppression is no cozy, warming fire.
I will never forget the dark, starless night when I stood at the living room window of our country house in the middle of nowhere in Manitoba. I saw the taillights of my husband’s vehicle turn left at the end of our long driveway. He left never to return.
Deep waters. Rivers of difficulty. Fire of oppression.
I was in “deep waters” when I moved after my divorce from Canada to Germany. My kids were 6, 4 and 2. I needed to find employment, a place to live, enroll my oldest in school, find daycare for the two youngest.
Yes, the waters were deep. Many times I felt like I was drowning, I feared I wouldn’t have the strength to come up for air again. But you know what? I didn’t drown.
I didn’t drown because I was never alone!
“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you!”
I get goosebumps just taking in this promise. God is with me!
When I felt I was losing my mind and couldn’t go on anymore, I remember uttering the only words I could think of: “God, please help me!”
Even though family and some friends helped along the way, they could not get me out of the deep waters I was in. At the end of the day they went to their homes, and I was left with my little children to fight yet another night, another day to survive the deep waters.
“I will be with you.”
I am living proof that God is indeed with us! Whatever deep waters you are facing today, look up to the One who will guide you through. God will even carry you, if necessary.
God with us. Emmanuel.