Not everyday you find an actual photo of your worst nightmare. This was mine when I was about 12 years old.
We lived on Surfside Beach. The only way into town was to cross this bridge.
- Terrified of sliding off while going up.
- Certain we would spin out of control as we descended the other side.
That was over 3 decades ago. I still dream about it. In my dreams the bridge never quite reaches the other side. The water gets deeper and deeper. I wake up just before the car completely submerges.
That was the 1970’s. This picture was taken in 2008. The forming of Hurricane Ike forced the flood at the base of the bridge.
By then I was far inland. Close to the Louisiana border. Had not been back for years. But, I never forgot my fear of the bridge.
That same fear of the
is still tries to overwhelm me today.
I’ve prayed. Really, I have. I can’t even count how many times. I’ve asked God to “reveal the future”. I’ve insisted that He guarantee “journeying mercies” for traveling so that I would never get in an accident. I demanded He keep me from sorrow.
I trusted. I believed that He would not let me end up in dark places like other people. I read books. Went to seminars that I hoped would pain proof my life. Didn’t want to go down that road. No one does.
So many times I
- Scrunched up my eyes up in prayer to show how earnest I was.
- Begged and pleaded for deliverance from each and every heartache I’d seen in other people’s lives.
I worked hard at it. I really did.
But, that’s not what faith is all about.
It’s not about what we do. It’s all about who’s beside us.
The words of Alfred H Ackley’s Hymn says it best.
“I never walk alone, Christ walks beside me,
He is the dearest Friend I’ve ever known,
With such a Friend to comfort and to guide me,
I never, no, I never walk alone.”
Oh, yes. That’s what faith is all about.