For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth, and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth. The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth, and the ark floated on the surface of the water. They rose greatly on the earth, and all the high mountains under the entire heavens were covered.. The waters rose and covered the mountains to a depth of more than fifteen cubits. Every living thing that moved on land perished—birds, livestock, wild animals, all the creatures that swarm over the earth, and all mankind. Everything on dry land that had the breath of life in its nostrils died..
I establish my covenant with you: “Never again will all life be destroyed by the waters of a flood; never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth.”
Genesis 9:11 (NIV)
It will pass quietly, this anniversary of sorts; the day the water level rose. The day a health diagnosis changed our lives forever; our own Great Flood. That time last year when everything on dry land that had the breath of life in it died. I would not trade my experience of the flood, though I would never have chosen it. I would never have been brave enough; that is the way of God.
We discover the depth of our faith not when things are easy, but when things feel impossibly broken, and prayer might NOT be the fix. Prayer often changes us rather than changing our circumstances, and this flood and those prayers changed me. I survived. We all survived, but only because God favored us to do so. He carried us through the flood as certainly as the Ark bore Noah.
He placed our feet on solid ground. He restored us. We were made not whole but different; fortified by Grace. And now we are in a different place. We are weary but stronger for the battle we came through, and while I would never have undertaken this fight had I any choice, I am grateful. Grateful that this testing brought us to our knees. Grateful that we knew how to pray, and that we were known to Him.