Some days the flood waters rise–uninvited, sometimes unexpected, always unwelcome and acknowledged with despair. They rise– the tides of discouragement, impatience, frustration, dissatisfaction. Powered by the enemy, they threaten to erode the shores of hope and strength built in all the yesterdays. He prowls, that weapon wielding liar, aiming at the soft spots and the places I’ve left, thinking them finished and protected.
His lies? You can’t. This matters. You need this. You’re stuck. He, or she, or this will never change. It’s not happening fast enough.
There are moments, days even, that while my heart stands firm in the truth of constant Presence, it wrestles with the feelings of solitude. What I know becomes different from what I feel, and it’s the feeling that rocks me inside.
Some days I just cannot get away from myself–my ruminating, pinball-bouncing head full of thoughts that tear at the walls of peace and faith. I scramble from one activity to the next, one thought to the next, never quite settling or finishing what I started, overwhelmed by all I see that needs to be done or wants to be done—or never will be done–the result of a lifetime of choices and passed opportunities.
But each new day grants a new beginning, each moment a fresh start. Like a parent who places their hands on either side of their child’s face and gently turns it to look in the better direction, my Father reminds me of what to do when my heart grows heavy and my skin prickles with irritation at every turn, when I long for change and it’s slow in coming.
Walk by My Side. John 15
Talk of Me all day long– to your family, to your friends, to everyone, to no one, to yourself. Psalm 66:5-12
Speak of my righteous help. Praise Me with a song, in your heart and on your lips. Psalm 71:19-24
Set your mind on things above. Colossians 3:2-4
Magnify me, let your spirit rejoice! Luke 1:46
Remember the hope that is within you. 1 Peter 1:3-9
That is how the tides recede, the storm clouds scatter. It is how the waves roll back.
May today and all our days be spent firmly rooted on the shore with the Master of storms and seas.
“Then He rose and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was great calm. And the men marveled, saying, ‘What sort of man is this, that even winds and sea obey Him?’” Matthew 8:26, 27