Is there anything more difficult than placing our trust in someone other than ourselves? We are humans, this is our sin nature. We believe we know better, we have it all figured out and we are in control. Trusting God with our lives is an afterthought at best.
I’m fairly certain very little is more upsetting for our Creator. I mean, other than blatantly discrediting Him as God, acting as if we are more worthy of trust and are capable of doing it all alone, is very likely a slap in the face. After all, choosing to trust ourselves over trusting God is doing exactly that – discrediting Him.
In this season of flux where I am not even remotely in control of our circumstances, God is lovingly and gently releasing my death grip on the need to control. He’s teaching me what trusting Him REALLY looks like and reminding me it is a safe place to be. I’m learning that my death grip on control, is actually letting control keep its death grip on me.
This summer my family was fortunate enough to take a vacation to the beach. Well, mothers of young children understand “vacation” is very loosely used, but you catch the drift. We were in beautiful Cape San Blas, Florida, on a secluded beach with just our family. It was perfection.
My two year old was IN. LOVE. The grandeur filled her with awe, and while she did not have any desire to get IN the ocean, we thoroughly enjoyed playing near the water.
Her favorite thing to do was stand right at the water’s edge and the let waves come wash over her. One particular day, I was able to sit with her for a few hours and enjoy her new favorite pastime. She would stare out into the ocean and watch the waves coming near her declaring with shrieks and giggles how exciting it all was. She held my hand tightly, as I know she understood the danger of the situation (she’s a precocious little one). Every so often she would get really brave and resolute watching the waves coming in and let go of my hand. But the second the rough waters approached, she’d snatch my hand back up in a hurry.
Don’t we do this exact thing? Don’t we pretend we can do this by ourselves? Don’t we only reach out for help when it’s too late? God was swift to remind me of my sinful heart through this experience with my girl. I am very prideful. Pride is the root of the majority of my sinful thoughts and frankly, I tend to think I can get through this life alone. I’m certain I can do it all without any help from my Creator. It’s not until I’m in the middle of a wave or near drowning that I reach for His hand.
In watching Scarlette’s bravery wane with the rising tides, I pictured myself doing the same thing when the oceans of life’s pain and suffering swell. The Spirit was sweet to remind me, it’s all much easier when I hold to God’s hand the entire time. Trusting God isn’t just an afterthought when I’m fearful of growing, it’s a way of life. This life is meant to be lived WITH our Creator in His company and presence. He’s with us in the waves, and He’s with us in the still. We are never alone.
Instead of drowning in fear and anxiety, allowing Satan to steal your joy, consider reaching for our Savior’s hand. It’s right there. Waiting for you to take it. Jesus is not off limits for ANYONE.
Sisters, Rest. Trust. Enjoy the waves knowing you are secure and anchored-confident in HIM, not yourselves.
“When oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace. For I am yours…and You are mine.”
Are you trusting God in the waves? What verses remind you He is worthy of your trust?
How can I pray for you in the waves?