Squeak sent this to me via email and we both thought it would be good to post. It might just hit home with someone!
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited
island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the
horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to
protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One
day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in
flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened,
and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He
cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'
Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the
island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the
weary man of his rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.
The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going
bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even
in the midst of our pain and suffering.
Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the
ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.
P.S. You may want to consider passing this on, because you never know who
feels as if their hut is on fire today.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain. It is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the number of moments that take our breath away.
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