by Karrilee @ Abiding Love, Abounding Grace
I have written about it countless times, I know: My love and ‘need’ for the oceans’ shore. The vastness of the sea… or even just a large body of water that visually reminds me that I am oh so small, as He continually whispers to me over the salty breeze that I am still someone oh so significant!
I breathe easier. My shoulders relax.
I remember that He is truly in charge. He is the One who tells the waves how far to come, and the wind and the sea obey Him.
I am reminded that truly, I desire to obey Him too!
Lately He has been calling me away. As if He knows my tendency to push right on through and not really take that pause that is so often needed.
It’s not that I enjoy being (over)busy or that I need to be productive. To be honest, I have an extremely high tolerance for lazy. I enjoy marathoning Netflix with my Girlie or coffee dates and lunch plans galore. I think know that He delights in what I delight in, so I am confident that He is fine with all my social butterfly fun… and yet, He is jealous for me. He wants my attention and devotion and He will have it… He has it, but sometimes it’s not so easy to tell!
I have realized that in the past, as I would near the beginning of something new… something not quite yet– I would either dig my feet into the sand, refusing to go, or I lingered at the edge of the unknown, battling fear and I’d hesitate, contemplating the risk.
Thankfully, I am finding that there is another choice! He is teaching me that there is value in Pausing… in slowing down to listen to His Voice and in waiting for His Words to give direction.
Sometimes, in my impatience, I have given in to thoughts of how maybe I wasn’t moving fast enough or there was something else I should’ve been doing already. But He is pouring into me the importance of standing still –of not rushing through to the next, but allowing time to reflect over what was just completed… to acknowledge the highs and lows… to enjoy the view… to breathe Him in and let the wind and the waves show me the way.
Yes… the path is steep at times. There are blind corners ahead and rough terrain, most likely. As in any season, there will probably come a time, or several ‘times’, when I don’t think I can possibly go one more step. My lungs may burn, my feet may feel unsteady, my heart may race… but all the while, He goes with me. He allows me times of rest… to catch my breath and to drink in deep. Sometimes, because He is more experienced than I… He MAKES me rest.
This is where I am. He is making me rest.
My blog has been a bit quieter than usual. My words are, for now, mostly just mine… but that is because I am reminding my heart that whether the words are spoken out loud, typed in a post, or whispered through prayer – they are first and foremost, offered up to Him… they are formed and proclaimed to give Him glory and if I pay no attention to His leading and press on anyway… well, I just may find myself on shifting sand, out of breath, with no way across!
Here, this weekend… He reminded me that He is the Bridge… that He will carry me safely over the uncharted waters when it is time! He reminded me that in letting go, and leaning in, and simply BEING with Him… He makes the path clearer, the climb easier, and the views sweeter.
And so I wait… I quiet myself at the waters’ edge… I remind myself to keep my eyes above the waves… that He is found in the mystery, so I may as well embrace it!
He whispers a gentle assurance to me in a cool breeze of ocean air… He will be my guide!