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 think that if I can conquer the “waves” and ride them like a professional surfer, I’ll be okay.
My hope is that I’m held fast in my Father’s unfailing arms, not in my ability to save myself.
I’m safe not because my circumstances tell me so, I’m safe because my Father’s character doesn’t lie.
Hope is found, not in conquering my fears, it’s found in trusting my Father.
Trials in my life cause me to look to my Savior for strength.
And as He once again proves Himself faithful to me, the result is a deeper trust in God and a joy that goes beyond my circumstances.
Father, help me to trust in you. No trial in my life surprises you. And no trial is outside of your control. Thank you that you are sovereign and good and that I can trust in you, no matter what waves come.