I was floating in an angry sea, tossed about by powerful, relentless waves. Up and down I went with no rhyme or reason that could I discern. It was dark and it was cold with no warmth to be found. I was moved along by external circumstances, events, feelings, all disguised as waves.
God hovered above the rolling sea, watching, waiting for me, orchestrating events that would open my heart to His love. He gave me freedom of choice and allowed me to make mistakes. He loved me. He grieved when I was stubborn and filled with selfish ambition and vain conceit. I spent a great deal of time focused on how to go farther, faster; how to meet all my pressing needs, how to avoid pain. I was lonely and hard hearted. I was angry.
As time passed, items rushed past me, bobbing up and down. Sometimes I reached out and grabbed an item and held on to it for awhile. Sometimes ďitĒ was a thought, an inkling of truth. Most of the time it was a concept gained from a book I read, a sermon I heard or a conversation I had. Occasionally it was another person drifting along in the communal sea of life. When I was ready, I let the person or item slide away with the waves, back into the inky depths from which it came. I took from this interaction whatever knowledge I could and filed it away. I was looking with the intent of getting as much as I could whenever I could. Some of what I gained wasnít healthy, it weighed me down, pressing me deeper into the icy water.
Somewhere on my journey, it became clear that God wanted me to come to Him, to choose Him. In response I strived to reach Him, kicked my legs fast and furious in the waves. I stretched and stretched, reached up my hand to Him, longing for His love, seeking His comfort. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I couldnít reach Him. My strength faded away and I felt helpless, out of control. In desperation, I cried out to Him. The precise second I cried out, He reached His hand down to me and firmly, confidently grasped my hand. His warm Presence filled me. The simple beauty of it was, all I ever had to do was cry out to Him. He did the rest. His love, His protection and provision warmed me through and through. I was filled with peace and joy, light flooded around me pushing away the darkness.
God became my lifeline. He never let go of me and never will. No matter what circumstance, feeling or event happens to me, He holds on to me with the perfect rescue hold that can never be broken. Not even death can break His hold; He is faithful to hold on, to deliver me from all evil.
Does this mean that bad stuff will never happen to me again? No. Does this mean I get a free and easy ride for the rest of my earthly life? No. I still have to keep trying in life, but now there is a significant difference. Iím trying to draw closer to God, to do His will. Iím no longer hiding, avoiding things or people. Iím not floating along anymore, Iím purposefully headed in a specific direction, the direction that He designed and planned uniquely for me.
Now, as people float by, I no longer just look for what I can gain. I intentionally look for what I can give. Is there a pearl of wisdom that can be shared? Is there some love that can be dispensed? Does this person need to talk, to be heard, to be listened to? Oh, the difference in perspective and attitude is huge! By seeking to do Godís will Iíve discovered that I have value; Iím needed!
Over the course of my journey, God brought many people into my life. Some relationships have been like ships passing in the night and the relationship survived for a season. Other relationships have begun that will persevere through eternity. God is strong enough and His hands are large enough to hold on every single person who cries out to Him. He drops no one, ever.
There is a special closeness, a childlike sweetness in those relationships that span eternity. We have commonality, to do Godís will, to further His kingdom. We encourage one another and remind each other to look to God and not to focus on the waves or the items floating by. We are connected through Godís perfect rescue hold. He guides, protects, comforts, and when we are willing and give Him our hearts, He works through us. We have a direct connection and when we pray, He listens and He responds. We are well loved by our Creator.
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