Lord, things could not have been worse.
The waters of that unexpected conflict, of that bitter disappointment, of that painful loss were up to my neck.
Each time I went under, I cried out to you.
And you heard me. You answered me.
You reached down and pulled me out of those waters–like a Coast Guard helicopter rescuing a desperate sailor, like a strong-armed father plucking out a drowning child.
Even more, you made the waters recede. Today the deluge is no more than just a bad dream.
Thank you for coming to my rescue.
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