Whatever Gets You Through

3 comments Posted on April 3, 2013

Cynthia Ruchtiby Cynthia Ruchti

Years ago I accompanied a friend to her oncology appointment. As I sat in the waiting room, I overheard two waiting women introduce themselves to each other.

“Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“My first radiation consultation.”

Waiting Room“Oh. I’m on my last.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

I heard the woman knock on the wood end table next to her, as if that would help. Then her voice said to the younger one, “Your…your dog looks so real.”

“Doesn’t she? Feel how soft she is.”

“Nice. You plan to take her in with you…for your radiation?”

“If they’ll let me. I named her Victory. Silly, I suppose. But it helps.”

I fought back tears as the older woman replied, “Whatever gets you through.”

What had gotten me through life’s traumas to that moment? What has gotten me through all that lay between that moment years ago and today? Friends. Family. Books.

The moms in When the Morning Glory Blooms (Abingdon Fiction)  helped me express the times when my own mama heart lay broken and bruised. The main character in “Maybe Us,” my novella in Cedar Creek Seasons (Barbour)  helped give me something soft but intangible to hug to my heart while I wrestled with the pain of letting my mother leave earth to go live with Jesus full-time. Libby in They Almost Always Come Home could say things I couldn’t say aloud about marriage.

But the deeper and truer answer to “Whatever gets you through?” is found in Psalm 121:1-3. The Message version, with my own addition, expresses it this way: “I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains (or people, or stories, or stuffed animals, or anything made by humans)? No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains. He won’t let you stumble, your Guardian God…”

The answer to “Whatever gets you through?” is always “God.” Nothing else comes close to having the same kind of comforting, embracing and bracing effect.

Whatever gets you through. He does.

 When the Morning Glory Blooms

Cynthia Ruchti tells stories of Hope-that-glows-in-the-dark through her novels and novellas, speaking for women’s events and retreats, writers’ events and retreats, nonfiction books and devotionals, drawing from 33 years of on-air radio ministry. In 2013, she will have a total of six books on the shelves, with more to come in 2014. She and her plot-tweaking husband live in the heart of Wisconsin, not far from their three children and five grandchildren.

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  • 04/03/2013
    Cynthia Ruchti said:

    Readers, I’d love to hear your stories of how a special verse of Scripture “got you through” a difficult season. Or was it a kind word from a caring friend, just the right encouragement at just the right moment? Come join the discussion.

  • 04/03/2013
    Sarah Peloquin said:

    It was actually a song based on the verse, Psalm 32:7. You are my hiding place, save in your embrace. I’m protected from the storm that rages. When the waters rise, and I run to hide, Lord in you, I find my hiding place. ~ Steven Curtis Chapman.

    My parent’s marriage has always been volatile and explosive. While divorce was never an option, it made for a dangerous empty threat. Growing up, we kids got the brunt of the aftermath and my dad liked to blame whoever was nearest for his problems. One day shortly after my 18th birthday and right before I left for college, he disappeared for three days. I remember the shock and pain and numbness that settled in while he was gone. A HUGE part of me (at the time) actually wanted him to stay gone. I thought I could take the pain of him leaving better than the pain of his emotionally and verbally abusive presence in our home.

    I remember we didn’t do a whole lot while he was gone. We sat in our living room (all of us slept there together because we were too afraid to sleep alone) and listened to worship music. When Hiding Place came on, I pushed repeat. I think we ruined the CD that weekend, listening to that song of hope and healing and safety in the shelter of Christ’s wings.

    I still cry every time that song plays and though the forgiveness is there and the healing process has begun, life is still messy and not always all right.

    But Christ is still my Hiding Place and I rest in Him through the storms that rage. 🙂

  • 04/03/2013
    Cynthia Ruchti said:

    Sarah, this is a priceless story, a priceless comfort. Thank you for sharing it. Thank you for living the hope for all to see.

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