Rolling With the Tide
Rolling with the tide...
While admiring the waves on the white sandy beaches this summer I couldn't help but compare my own waves with those in the ocean.
I've had some pretty big waves in my life, waves any surfer would covet, but I'm not a surfer. If I was, my outlook would change; I'd be riding the waves rather than drowning in them. I love to watch the waves and listen to the clashing and crashing of the water hitting the shore, but my perspective drastically changes when those waves knock me down and leave me gasping for air.
When life's waves knock me down I come up panicked and flailing, instead of practicing to ride the surf. I need to learn to watch the tide and roll with it, not drown in it.
From ashore, the waves look huge and overwhelming, nearly paralyzing, I can feel the movement of even the smallest wave. The sand shifts as the water creeps up the shore.
I got to see these same waves from a different perspective this summer. I watched the waves from above, and I saw and felt something completely different. For the first time I watched a vast ocean full of tiny waves, the same waves that from ashore looked bigger than life. I watched the tiny white caps while I rode on a mighty ship. As I sailed, I watched these same waves that knock me down when I'm standing ashore move a ship to a beautiful destination. The waves that felt like they'd drown me were actually carrying me to a wonderful location.
Even when the water looked calm, I could feel this giant ship move and sway. The waves underneath me seemed to create quite a movement. Waves happening deep below me in the ocean were making the ship where I was standing move, though I couldn’t see any giant waves they were certainly there.
The parallel in my life was uncanny. The waves that I can see and those difficult waves of life that carry me far out of my comfort zone and leave me gulping salty sea water make me a stronger swimmer and the waves that once knocked me down, I've learned to ride.
However those deep waves that nobody else can see, those are the ones that take me by surprise, they move me slowly and steadily to a beautiful destination, but they rock me to my core. God uses all my trials to take me closer to Him, drawing me nearer to his beautiful destination for my life.
My ship rocks in the uncharted waters. I feel the big waves of life hitting me in life’s storms, BUT I have the best navigator and captain of my ship and I KNOW without a doubt that the waves He sees in my life are not waves at all, they are just nudging me to where He wants me to go.
While admiring the waves on the white sandy beaches this summer I couldn't help but compare my own waves with those in the ocean.
I've had some pretty big waves in my life, waves any surfer would covet, but I'm not a surfer. If I was, my outlook would change; I'd be riding the waves rather than drowning in them. I love to watch the waves and listen to the clashing and crashing of the water hitting the shore, but my perspective drastically changes when those waves knock me down and leave me gasping for air.
When life's waves knock me down I come up panicked and flailing, instead of practicing to ride the surf. I need to learn to watch the tide and roll with it, not drown in it.
From ashore, the waves look huge and overwhelming, nearly paralyzing, I can feel the movement of even the smallest wave. The sand shifts as the water creeps up the shore.
I got to see these same waves from a different perspective this summer. I watched the waves from above, and I saw and felt something completely different. For the first time I watched a vast ocean full of tiny waves, the same waves that from ashore looked bigger than life. I watched the tiny white caps while I rode on a mighty ship. As I sailed, I watched these same waves that knock me down when I'm standing ashore move a ship to a beautiful destination. The waves that felt like they'd drown me were actually carrying me to a wonderful location.
Even when the water looked calm, I could feel this giant ship move and sway. The waves underneath me seemed to create quite a movement. Waves happening deep below me in the ocean were making the ship where I was standing move, though I couldn’t see any giant waves they were certainly there.
The parallel in my life was uncanny. The waves that I can see and those difficult waves of life that carry me far out of my comfort zone and leave me gulping salty sea water make me a stronger swimmer and the waves that once knocked me down, I've learned to ride.
However those deep waves that nobody else can see, those are the ones that take me by surprise, they move me slowly and steadily to a beautiful destination, but they rock me to my core. God uses all my trials to take me closer to Him, drawing me nearer to his beautiful destination for my life.
My ship rocks in the uncharted waters. I feel the big waves of life hitting me in life’s storms, BUT I have the best navigator and captain of my ship and I KNOW without a doubt that the waves He sees in my life are not waves at all, they are just nudging me to where He wants me to go.
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