This morning, as I was having my quiet time, God gave me a vision of a father and son—walking along the beach. They are holding hands enjoying the view, but suddenly the boy yanks his hand away and starts running full speed ahead. With the wind pushing against his body, he feels free in that moment. A grin broadens across his face, but as he sprints into the ocean, he loses his balance and stumbles. The wet sand covers his clothes and a wave crashes into him as he struggles to stand back up. Sandy and drenched with salt water, the boy cries for help.
The father rushes to the boy and picks him up. Wiping away the wet sand and tears from the boy’s face, he softly speaks into his son’s ear, “I’ve got you, don’t worry, I still love you. Why did you run away when we could have journeyed together? If you followed me, I would have shown you where the sand was dry, the waves were calmer, and the path was safer.”
I feel like in seasons of my life I become that boy. Because of my pride, I run off the path of life all by myself. Thinking I’m finally free, I end up smashed by the waves of stress and covered by the sand of sin. It isn’t until I look at myself, that I realize this isn’t the way things are supposed to be—and just as I start to lose all hope, I hear Jesus calling, “Come back to me. I am the way, I am the truth, and I can give you life. Let’s do it together. Hold my hand.”
If you’ve found yourself struggling in your faith—stop fighting and start trusting—so that life isn’t a one man battle, but a victory already won by Christ.
God Bless you all,