My four-year-old granddaughter and I were playing in the ocean yesterday. She had on a puddle jumper (super duper flotation device) so we played freely. The waves were pretty manageable and she’s a bold girl. Before I knew it she was drifting farther away than I’d like. Even with special gear, I knew it was best for her to stay close to me. I supervised and she was completely carefree.

An hour later we went out again and the surf had picked up. The waves were stronger and even I had to brace to keep my footing. One big wave washed over her and suddenly she clung to me. She really wanted to be in the water, but instinct kept her close.

Yet another life lesson from the ocean. I can get sort of bold and sassy when I’m equipped with my “spiritual gear.” The Word. Bible study. Consistent prayer life. A relative calmness in life. 

Without warning, I can be lulled away thinking I’m fine. The waves begin to subtly increase in size and repetition. Before I know it I’ve drifted and found I’m scrambling for my Father. 

Rest assured, He has never left my side and He is strong enough to handle my grasping, scrambling soul until it feels safe again.

Notice I didn’t say IS safe. That’s because I’m never fully out of His reach, so I’m always safe. The key to peace, however, is not drifting too far so I know I can quickly grab hold of Him in a storm.

His lessons are all around. What will He teach us today?

Be Kind. Love Well. 
~ Tonda