When the Worst Happens

I hadn't heard until the end of the day about the bombings at the Boston marathon.This will, in no doubt, be added to the growing list of events that should not have happened during my lifetime.

It's important to discuss our impressions, fears, concerns, and needs during and after these situations. Real people were involved both physically, socially, psychologically, and spiritually.

Yes, I remember where I was when J.F.K was assassinated the first shuttle exploded and the second burned in the atmosphere, Columbine shootings, Oklahoma bombing, Newport shootings, and the many others in between these and the Boston marathon.

What does God have to say about tragedies like these?

Let's talk together and share verses and words of encouragement.

I'll start.

Dear Friend,
God loves you. So very much. And when you walk through terrible times, He understands your sorrow and pain. He will wrap His loving arms around you. He has also put in the heart of others to help, listen, and care for you. Hold on. God will help.

Psalm 46:1 "God Is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."

John 16:33 "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."

Psalm 119:25 "I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word."

A friend of mine recently wrote: God is never blind to your tears, never deaf to your prayers and never silent to your pain.

Your turn, reader. Help me share words of encouragement and verses.

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Comments

Amy Leigh Simpson said…

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. -Deuteronomy 31:6

Very touching and timely post, Mary!

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Mary Vee Storyteller said…

I love that verse, it is a fortress for any situation. Thanks for adding it to the list, Amy:)

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