Rescue Missions


“It was several years ago, after an unfaithful spouse had abandoned our marriage, that I found myself in one of those tailspins.  I was looking for ways to make the hurting stop.  Here’s what I found;  I couldn’t drink away the pain.   Rapid-fire relationships couldn’t make me forget.   Hurting someone back didn’t feel as good as I thought it would.  So where does that leave us when the unthinkable happens?   What choices do we have?   I know of but one:   We can look up.   One night I looked up long enough to see the mess around me, and thought, “This isn’t who I am.”  It was at that moment, with that thought, that Jesus met me there.   It may sound crazy, but that’s how it happened.  It wasn’t my strength that helped me to stand up.   It wasn’t my strength that walked me out of there.   It was His.” – excerpt from Hope? Nope.  All out of that.

Rescue Missions.   God is near the brokenhearted, waiting for them to look up, even for just a second, long enough for Him to step in.  As in the story above, hurt happens.  Despair happens.   How do we make that hurting stop?   We can’t.  There are no substitutes that will rescue us the way that He can.    Only he knows the hurts we’ve endured, the pain we feel, the fear that sets in, and the damage done.  Only Him.

The story above was mine.  He rescued me that night.  Just look up.

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 What is it you’re facing?  Nobody goes into battle alone.  We can stand with you.  Let us know in the comments below how we can pray for you, or by submitting your story.  

He will fight for you.

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