Have you ever been to the beach and seen a small child that is scared of the waves?
They desperately try to hold onto their daddy, subconsciously aware that the waves are much more powerful than they are.
You can see the fear in their eyes and, at times, even hear their cries.
I've been to the beach countless times. But I've never seen a child that was taken out into the waves by their parent, and simply left there. Why?
Is it because of the child's ability to swim like Michael Phelps? Is it because the child has the strength to hold on through the crashing waves?
No. It is because their loving parent is holding on to them.
Like that small child at the beach, my Christian walk is a lot like life in the waves.
Often, when in the middle of a trial, I am tempted to...