I love to body surf. I grew up on the beach and had plenty of opportunity to practice, and I'm pretty good at catching a wave. However, on occasion the wave would catch me. Then down and round, and round and down you tumble in the wave, till you don't know which way is up until your face lands in the sand. The power of a wave when you're in it's grip is awesome in the strongest sense of the word. You realize who you are and what the wave is. And sometimes that's how the power of God rolls over you."Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his
and at night his song
is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life." ~ Psalm 42:7-8
The beauty of these verses has long haunted me, but it is only lately that I began to understand what the psalmist was saying. There have been (indeed, are) occasions in my life when I've had no idea what is up, what is down, what is anything. I only know that I am not (never were?) in control, and the best I can do is not swallow the mouthful of sand. Or maybe I do. But even as those waters break over me and I've lost all control of the situation, I'm not cut adrift. I am indeed in the grip of God, and by day He commands that His steadfast love be with me, and by night He sings over me. Therefore, I - and you - can have hope.
"Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God." ~ Psalm 42:11b