Breakers...

The anchor holds though the ship is battered...Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls all your waves and breakers wash over me.

Psalms 42:7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers wash over me.

I stand on the shore watching the tide come in. All the waves are rolling in and they batter the shore. They crash upon the rocks. The rocks stand up to their power. The rocks can't fight the power of the waves. Instead they stand there in the open, letting the waves wash over them smoothing out the roughness, removing the hard edges. The crushing power of the breakers wears down the harshness of the rocks leaving smoothly worn surfaces.

The rocks can't fight the waves. It is impossible for them to get up and run away. The rocks must accept what is given them. The waves don't always batter and crash. Sometimes they gently slide over the surface gently caressing the rocks. Sometimes there is peace and a quiet.

The rocks cannot know what will happen. Perhaps far out from shore is a large storm that will bring the breakers crashing down but the rocks don't know that.

I stand on the shore listening to the mighty roar and lift up my arms to welcome the waves and breakers. They wash over my soul. They cleanse my spirit. They wear down the hardness of my soul and leave me open for the Almighty.

Even when the storms of life roar over me and threaten to wash me away, my feet are anchored on the rock. The anchor holds me on the rock and I will not be moved. There is nothing that will move me because I know who is my anchor-my rock- my Lord.

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Reina said…
You are so right in this description, and it speaks to me as well. Life is crashing over me and I just stand firm on the rock of faith and trust, knowing that God holds me anchored steadily where I need to be in this moment.

Thank you for your wisdom!

~Reina
10:49 AM
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