This is me. Not really. But this is how I often feel. You could say I have spent the past decade of my life treading water. Trying desparately to keep my life and the lives of those around me afloat. My head above water. I’m all about wearing a smile. 🙂 Looking pretty on the outside. All the while the inside is drowning. .
I’m tired of treading water. Passively staying in the same place because it’s the path of least resistance. Because it makes everybody else happy. Because I’m afraid of failing. Again. I’m ready to climb in the boat and go to shore. And stand on my own two feet.
I may not be able to walk on water. But Jesus can. And He did. Therefore I must lean on Him to keep me afloat. To continually breathe life into my worn out frame.
Let’s all stop treading water and move forward with our lives. Be productive. Catch hold of those life preservers. Those floatation devices our friends and loved ones throw out there to us for support. Trust ourselves. Trust others. But mostly, put our trust in the hand that can calm the waters. The one reaching out to save us.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea. Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.
He alone stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea. Job 9:8
Love and laughter,