Later, marital troubles hit. Again I was back in that ocean of turmoil. Being hit from every side. Tossed to and fro in the ocean of anger and sin. Drowning in my own tears. Again I cried out, “God, if you loved me, why are you letting this happen?????”
But the whole time. He was there. Smiling down at me. My Daddy God. Arm outstretched. “Just take my hand”. I was the toddler, bobbing in the ocean, drinking big gulps of salt water and pain. Being hit in the face with waves taller than me. Struggling for a reprieve and here was my God... standing beside me, “just take my hand”.
You see, our world is full of sin. God isn’t the author of those attacks. That is the enemy at work. Trying to break you. And while I am the toddler who pulls my arm back saying “I’ve got this!! I can do this!!! I’m mad at you!!!” God is the daddy who smiles and just says “take my hand”. Because when you take HIS hand, those waves of life keep coming, but instead of drowning, you float right over. They keep hitting you, but his strong arm keeps you safe, helping you stay afloat. Life is hard, struggles are hard. But it is only when we give up our stubbornness and allow him to comfort us, support us, and love us - that we begin to breathe again. And those waves don’t seem so big and scary anymore.
Just take His hand.
“ For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,
Do not fear; I will help you.”
Isaiah 41:13
