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Facing the Storms of Life

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Lori Colbo loves to write about her Christian faith and the Bible to encourage and inspire others.

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The Story Behind the Poem

I wrote the following poem probably about thirty five years ago. When I read it I don't see a brilliant piece of poetry. I rarely wrote in those days except to journal. But it was one of those moments where I just knew it was not my hand that wrote it. Physically, yes, but I was just a conduit through which the Lord wanted to speak, to bring comfort, healing and hope to hurting people. It has a marvelous history. I've never published it. I'm not sure why, but today is the day. Here's the story behind the poem.

I was a young woman, mother, and Christian the day I wrote this poem. I had some dear friends across the street. We went to church together, our children played together, we had barbecues, went on picnics, track meets, birthday parties. We were pretty much joined at the hip. One day the woman came to me in tears. She and her husband had hit a rough patch in their marriage and she had turned to another for one night. The shame she felt, the godly sorrow for her trespass was overpowering her.

I don't know why or how, but I'd had a feeling something like this might have happened so when she told me I was surprised, yet I wasn't. I was thinking perhaps it was he who had strayed. I didn't even know for sure there was anything serious going on in their marriage. It was just a gut feeling.

"Lori?" she said in sobs, "Do you think the Lord can ever forgive me?"

She was so broken and contrite. Just like David after he committed adultery with Bathsheba. You can read his outpouring of sorrow and repentance in Psalm 51.

I told her "God can see the depths of your sorrow and He forgives you. Go home and love your husband and start over again."

That night the heaviness of it kept me up. My heart was travailing for their marriage. I was praying and the story of the Apostle Peter walking on water to the Lord came to me. The disciples had been with Jesus all day in a heavy time of ministry. He dismissed the people and told the disciples to go across the lake on ahead of Him and he'd catch up with them later. He wanted to go up on the mountain for a time of prayer. So off the twelve went.

A great wind came up and the waves began to batter their vessel and they had trouble rowing. Just before dawn, Jesus went out on the water and walked the long distance to the boat. When the disciples saw him they didn't recognize them.

"It's a g-g-ghost." They were freaking out. Jesus told them, "Have courage, don't be afraid."

Peter got so excited (as Peter always did) and said: "Lord if it is You, tell me to come to You on the water." Peter was not looking for his wetsuit, fins, and goggles, nor a life vest. He was saying, "If it's You, I want to come to You walking on the water."

Jesus said, "Come."

Peter put his foot out of the boat by faith and began walking to Jesus on top of the water. But then he looked around at the wind and the waves and took his eyes of the Master. He became afraid and sank. He cried out to Jesus for help. Jesus saved him. They got into the boat, and Jesus said, "Ye of little faith, why did you doubt." When the got into the boat the wind ceased. Then the disciples worshiped him and said, "Truly You are the Son of God."

So this is the story the Lord laid on my heart that moment in the middle of the night. As I wrote, the Lord, I believe, was wanting to tell my friends, to trust Him through this storm. Not to be afraid. "Call to Me and I will save you."

I gave them the poem and it ministered to them greatly. I did not save their marriage, nor did the poem. The work was already beginning, but they needed encouragement not to fear. Her husband forgave her with open arms and they patched things up. They had more storms as people do, and sad to say years later they moved away, then we moved away and I've not seen them in about thirty years. I hope they made it.

I will share the poem with you, and then the story will continue.

Trust Me Through the Storm

All may seem lost as the storm rages on,

I hear your voice calling, "Please help I can't go on."

You've been looking all around you at the havoc that you see,

It seems you're sinking deeper yet you won't look up at Me.

I'm right here, My child. Turn your gaze upon the Son.

I have the power and the love, yes with Me it can be done.


Because I can see blue skies just beyond the storm

I can see the meadow just beyond the wood

I can see the good even through the bad

So please won't you trust Me, trust me through the storm.


Just like Peter, you started out with might.

Your eyes were upon me as you walked in the light.

But then the troubles started, there came doubts and then came fear.

In your struggle to survive you forgot that I am near.

Things may seem dim right now, but just you wait and see.

You must trust, you must believe all things are possible with Me.


Because I can see blue skies, just beyond the storm.

I can see the meadow, just beyond the wood.

I can see the good, even through the bad.

So please won't you trust Me, trust Me through the storm.


After every storm, there's a sky of blue.

If you'll just hold on to Me, I'll bring it into view.

You've been wondering where I've been,

"Do you still remember me?"

Child, I've been here all along just waiting to set you free.

I love you, child of Mine, more than you'll ever know.

And I promise I'll never leave you and I'll never let you go.


Because I can see blue skies, just beyond the storm.

I can see the meadow, just beyond the wood.

I can see the victory, beyond your circumstance,

so please, please trust me, trust me through the storm.

Peter sunk because he took his eyes off of the Master.

Peter sunk because he took his eyes off of the Master.

A Surprise the Day Mom Died

As the years passed by the poem was kept in my journal (my friends had their own copy). I never shared it with anyone, but I turned to it in my own storms. Then one year a vicious and terrifying storm struck my mother. I won't share the storm with you because it's a personal family issue, but as my mother was always the solid rock for me and my sisters, now the roles were reversed. She called me sobbing and broken, fear and guilt were ravaging her. That night, unable to sleep, I was travailing for her in prayer. I went to write in my journal and ran across the poem. I wrote another copy and sent it to her and with some words of encouragement. I'm sure she must have acknowledged it, but I don't remember. The storm passed and I forgot all about the incident.

Fast forward at least a decade, and mom fell ill. She was only sixty-six. She had just been diagnosed with terminal bladder cancer (she did not tell us it was terminal and we did not learn of it until the doctor told us at the end). She had her first radiation treatment and that night woke up unable to breathe. She was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She was on a vent for several days and she rallied a bit and they took her off. A day or two later the infection went into sepsis. I got a call to drop everything and fly down to California ASAP to say goodbye.

All the way to the airport, through the flight, and waiting at my sister Chris' house for our other sister to arrive so we could drive out to the desert and say goodbye, I was worried and anxious, "Did I ever tell Mom the way to salvation? Did I ever tell her about Christ, other than to mention Him in passing? She knew I had a deep faith in Christ because I did tell her when I first made the commitment, but I mostly talked about church, and occasionally some things about God. But I couldn't ever remember throwing her the life ring of the way to salvation, to tell her who Jesus was and why He came. It was eating at me all the way on the two-hour drive to the hospital in the desert.

We got there and she was waiting on life support. My step-dad had to sign the paper to give permission to take her off life support and let nature take its course. I can remember being panicked. I wasn't ready. Maybe there was still hope. But it was not my call. He was set to do it and it was the right decision, but I was struggling with letting her go, and wondering if she knew the way to Christ.

We all spent some time alone with her before they took her off the vent. I spent ten minutes maybe, singing Jesus Loves Me, and telling her God loved her. Then the doctor came in and took out the vent tube, and turned off the machines. We all stood around her bed waiting for her last breath. But she kept breathing, though very labored. My step-dad couldn't watch anymore and he and his sons left. My sister Chris and I were left with the nurse and begged her to give mom as much morphine as was legally allowed because Mom and been shifting and kicking slightly the whole time. The nurse said she was in pain. We were not leaving until she was comfortable. The nurse did so. She was still breathing. We left because Mom said she never wanted us to see her go. I was going to break that request and stay with her but the family got all upset. So we left her. She died at five a.m.

My step-dad called us at seven and told us to come right over and start going through her things and taking whatever we wanted. I was angry he would do this so soon, but I now realize everyone grieves in their own way and he just couldn't bear to have so many reminders of her.

While my sisters were in the bedroom, I stood in the living room by myself grieving in my own way. My step-dad came out of the bedroom and handed me a very old worn black King James Bible that belonged to my grandmother. Mom got it when she died and had requested it be given to me when she passed. I took the Bible to the motel that night and began to page through it and out fell my letter and the poem. I read the letter and marveled at what it said. I barely remembered writing it, but glad it was in there because it allayed my fears about whether I had told her about Christ. It wasn't a perfect presentation, but I believe the meaning was clear enough.

Grandmother's Bible.

Grandmother's Bible.

The Letter

The first part of the letter was an explanation of how the poem had come to be written. I told the story from Matthew 14 to put the poem into context, and that it helped me when I felt overwhelmed in the storms of life. I told her I hoped it would be of some comfort to her. Then I said:

"To me, this is what it says: All Christ wants is our hearts, our trust, our ears, and our eyes, then our feet, hands, and mouths to do His will. That is the crux of being a Christian. He knows we can't know it all and do it all and that we blow it. He knows we aren't perfect and that's why He, as the perfect One, took our place on the cross, so we wouldn't have to suffer in the hereafter for our mistakes, sins, etc, and so we have a way in the here and now.

So many times when I'm overwhelmed and can't understand why I'm going through something I am reminded that "His ways are higher."

The psalms are a great comfort then too. I'll be quiet now and let you read.

Love ya, Mommy,

Lori

I Hope to See Her Again

I wept with joy in my hotel bed. How beautiful of God to confirm to me I had indeed told my mom about Christ and the cross. I don't know if Mom chose Christ as her Savior before she died. She always had a fierce faith in the fact that God loves us. But a true conversion this side of heaven I do not know. But I know I gave her the message and I always try to picture her in heaven, waiting to meet me at the gate. Mom has been gone for sixteen years. I think about her every single day. I miss her every single day. I still cry when I tell the story of her death or some variation. My heart yearns for her more every year and every day. The world is not complete when Mama is gone. But I have hope I will see her again.

Mom and me on a ferry to Seattle many years ago.

Mom and me on a ferry to Seattle many years ago.

© 2019 Lori Colbo

Comments

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on December 29, 2019:

Thank you Kelly Ann. Glad you stopped by.

Kelly Ann Christensen from Overland Park, Johnson County, Kansas on December 29, 2019:

I'm sorry for your loss, and thank you for sharing your story with us.

Antonio50S on April 26, 2019:

Thanks Lori. You know your mom better than anyone else, but this is what i think. As opposed to the rest of the family and sisters, your mom wanted you to have that bible and what was it in, to let you know she heard what you said.

About wanting to be alone at her passing ? I think that's because she was a GREAT woman deep down. Great people down always boast about themselves & great people don't want to be seen in that ill health state, ( as well as wanting to spare the pain ) Only Real Love for her kids would request that.

Maybe that's why the pain was so difficult. But you know, there's absolutely nothing that God cannot fix, and "no matter how many the promises God has made, they are " YES" in Christ" ( 2 Cor 1:20 )

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on April 24, 2019:

Don't worry about the previous posts. I read them and took them to heart. Thank you for all of your insights and encouragement. They mean a lot to me.

I believe the reason my mom did not want us to know she was terminal and why she didn't want us at a bedside vigil was to spare us pain. That was who she was. She left behind and a rich storehouse of memories of her love and laughter. Thanks again.

Antonio50S on April 24, 2019:

Amongs't other things, i almost forgot to make an apology to you for asking you to delete those couple of previous post. I never realised you felt that way about them, but when parents are involved, I should have realised. Apology for that.

Antonio50S on April 24, 2019:

Hello Lori.

Had to read this hub ( Poem ) again.

It seems the fact that your mom wanted you to receive that bible, letter and poem in it after mom passing away was her way of saying, "you did throw her the life ring of salvation" and she wanted you to know that.

Also the fact that your mom never wanted you to know her cancer was terminal or that you be there at her passing kind of indicates your mom was a private person, yet a ( Receptive ) person. I think she definitely heard and received that life ring of salvation.

I think others will hear it to.

Its surprising what parents remember about their kids while the kids have long forgotten things. A couple of weeks ago, my grand daughter picked a couple of tiny flowers from the grass, gave them to me, got in the car with her parents, then drove off. I know she will never remember that when she grows up, but i will.

"Its surprising what people hear and remember" Your mom never forgot that poem or letter and she wanted you to know it. But in her own way.

Antonio50S on April 23, 2019:

Thanks Lori. But just want you to know i meant every word i said, still do, and always will. Nothings changed on that. But wasn't sure if it was an unwelcome post ? Plus did not want anyone reading things wrong. I would have been OK if you had left them in place, that way i would have known for sure you took them as compliments. Everyones different, sometimes you just don't know how some people take things.

I also love your passion, its contagious :) your mom looks like one of my aunties who's no longer with us, and that ferry to seattle brought back other past memories of my own in another city.

You just to cool and UNIQUE Lori. Just be yourself, and I really hope you see mum again, i know she'll be proud of you.

Also, did you know, when Jesus cried over the death of Lazarus, he was really crying over peoples unbelief that Jesus could raise them again ? There's no reason why you won't see mum again.

Don't go deleting this one :)

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on April 23, 2019:

Done Antonio. I was blessed by your comments though. God bless you.

Antonio50S on April 23, 2019:

To Lori. If you don't mind, can you please delete them past 2 post of mine.

Thank you.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on March 09, 2019:

Thank you Antonio. Blessings to you.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on March 04, 2019:

Thank you Bill.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on March 04, 2019:

I'm overwhelmed. What a perfect poem, and what a powerful backdrop from which it came. Thank you for sharing all that you posted here. Now, God has used this many times over. Bless you, Sister.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Dear Pamela, isn't it marvelous how God works in every one's life who seeks him in their trials. I am so glad you found this meaningful. God bless you.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Hi Stephy, I am so glad this message touched your heart. God bless you.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Patricia, thanks for sharing. I am offering up a prayer for you. So wonderful that the Lord is always with us.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Dear Bill, you are a miracle and I know God rescued you sure as I sit here writing to you. Keep coming back. One day at a time.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Hi Dora, I appreciate the encouragement. Blessings.

Lori Colbo (author) from Pacific Northwest on February 27, 2019:

Hi Eric, always good to hear your responses. I think the reason you are so full of love is that you trust and love God.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on February 27, 2019:

It is so difficult to lose those we love, but getting that Bible and finding that letter at that moment was God helping you in my opinion.

Your poem lifted me up and touched my heart. I have been through many tough storms, and that poem would life up the heart of any believer. Well done.

Stephy Varghese Thazhone on February 26, 2019:

Loved your experience..i felt a pang in my heart..He will always be there for us.

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on February 26, 2019:

Right now this very moment. I am being carried through the storms

And it keeps the joy in my life if that makes sense.Angels ate on the way. ps

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 26, 2019:

I know for a fact someone helped me in 2006, or I wouldn't be here right now. For sure I needed a helping hand. :)

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on February 26, 2019:

Lori, thanks for sharing the message of the poem and how it ministered to you and others. It is good that you wrote what God put on your heart to write; he used it to still your own storm. He's still using it to encourage those who read it here. Keep writing for His glory!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on February 26, 2019:

Lori thank you so much. Jesus is in my dreams, at my food table, within my small family, when I wake and when I think. Can you even imagine I just take Him for granted sometimes? To me that is a definition of insanity - just me.

The big guy is going to be knocking me around today thanks to you. Storms I should not even notice for His hand is always ready and willing.

Now we often relate matters of the New Testament as parables. I do not believe Peter's walk is one. It is an actual event. Each and everyone of us can do the impossible in Christ.

Interesting notion here. As you helped get me back on track. A full on miracle as I am once again changed in Him, through you. What a great day this will be.