Shock is a good adjective for what one feels when given bad news. I mean really bad news. The kind no one ever wants to hear, either about themselves or a loved one. “Why me?” We ask ourselves. It does not seem fair. But often I have wondered what is fair? What about me. Am I fair?

Why, why, why? Remember when our children would ask us that about everything? I did not have the answers then, and I sure do not have them even now. Some things we bring upon ourselves and as such should not be shocked if something goes wrong. This may be simpleton, but if I stay out in the hot summer sun too long I will get sunburned. There should be no shock in that. It is simply cause and effect.

No, it is not what I bring on myself. It is those sad things that are out of my control. The untimely death of a loved one, infertility, or a serious illness. These are those heartaches that cause me to cry out Why?

Yet, the God I serve tells me to cry out, “Abba! Father!” He tells me to get out of the boat and come to Him. He will reach out His hand and rescue me. He does hear when I cry out in shock and sorrow. For He knows how easily I crumble. He is with me. Oh blessed Truth!

So when the shock of bad news threatens to consume me, I turn to Jesus. Jesus saves. He saved Daniel, Peter, the woman caught in adultery, David, Paul, the thrift on the cross, the dying child, the lepers, the tax collector, the unbeliever, and the hemorrhaging woman. These are only a handful of people He cared for. The Heavens cannot contain all He has done for me. He overcomes it all. Glory!

I have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world”—Jesus