Sometimes I
feel like I’m whitewater rafting. The sun is shining and the wind's on my skin;
nothing but smooth sailing. Boundless and infinite. And suddenly, the waves
crash into me and I feel myself going under. I can't write. Or breathe. Or
think. I am completely surrounded by turbulence and fear. But then, i hear His
voice.
“I'm
here.”
I’m
violently fighting the waters, searching for His presence. I see His face at
the surface of the waters and grab hold of Him. Immediately, the tides cease
and there is peace again. Once again, my focus has shifted and I lose sight of
Him.
Once again,
He has saved me.
It’s funny
how some days can seem like complete chaos. How one event can serve as a
catalyst or a spark and suddenly everything spins out of control. But then i
think about how I’m surrounded by His love and grace and mercy and things begin
to fall back into place and perspective. And no matter how big my problems may
seem, they are miniscule in His presence.
I guess
another principle I’ve focused on lately is balance. I’ve learned that without
bad days, it's hard to appreciate the little things that help alleviate a bad
day. Coffee breaks, hikes on the river walk, talks with my big brother.
So live for
the good days and learn from the bad; keep riding the waves and stay afloat.
“Though the
mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, my unfailing love for you will
not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed. – Isaiah 54:10.”