I was sixteen years old before I saw the ocean. Okay, really it was the Gulf of Mexico, but it looks the same – soft, beige sand, distant horizon arcing over infinite waters. Even as teenager I was awestruck. Without planning, I ran as hard as I could into the water. Waves collided first with my knees as the salt water tried to keep me from moving forward. Pressing on, my arms extended like a soaring bird to keep upright. When the force hit my waist, I ran harder. The deeper I went, the higher the waves. As I met more resistance, I pushed with more might until I collapsed in the deep.
Isaiah 40:29, “He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts.” MSG
My dad sat on a beach towel with a Kodak camera and watched the scene replay over and over. My orange bathing suit disappearing into the ocean, re-emerging and going back for more. Even then he thought it was a metaphor for my life.
Galatians 6:9, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” NIV
I still love the ocean, the waves and the color orange. It’s a happy color, full of energy. And I have enough energy to get on my own nerves. Lately I’ve been no match for the waves in my life, but I keep running into the deep anyway. I’m wet, I’m exhausted, but I’m still fighting. Back then I thought it was fun, now, not so much.
Isaiah 43:2, “When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown…” NLT
Despite the difficulties of my days, I keep running. God is my strength when I fix my eyes on Him. Since I made a decision to live the gospel a couple of months ago, I’ve been hit by a tidal wave of attack. But I know how to defend myself with the word of God.
Philippians 2:16, “Hold firmly to the message of life. Then I can boast in the day of Christ that I didn’t run or labor for nothing.” HCSB
When you feel like you’re drowning, hang on and look at the Son.