We belong to the One who will protect us from all harm for he has conquered the wind and wave of death itself. At the cross, Jesus bore the penalty for our sin to remove death’s sting. This means, that even if we find ourselves wading in deep waters, we can tell our frantic souls to rest in our Maker and Helper who is with us and for us—both now and forevermore.
Last night I had a dream where I was gliding through still waters—my soul basking in the warmth of cool and calm serenity. With a coffee in one hand and a pen in another, I paddled through the pages of my journal, allowing my ink to brim over with faith and gratitude. My mind was clear, and my heart was full. God is good.
And then my alarm went off, blaring jarred notes that shook my soul. I opened my bleary eyes and began treading water. Ticking off deadlines, paying bills, making decisions, and avoiding the unsolved argument from the night before. As waters rose, I tread faster, anxiously propping up my many idols in order to keep them dry. Too many burdens, not enough hands.
In a moment of weakness, I lost my grip and was swept out into deep waters. Coughing and spluttering, I cried out for help. God, wake up! Can’t you see that I’m going to drown? With no choice but to surrender to the current’s flow, I stopped treading and let go of my idols which sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor. With renewed buoyancy, my body glided towards the foot of a large and sturdy mountain. Relieved, I lifted my stinging eyes to look upon the majesty of my Maker.
