Have you ever thrown a flat stone side-armed across a still pond and watched it skip? The harder the stone is hurled, the more it skips before giving in to gravity and slipping into the depths of the water. Life is much like the relationships between the stone, gravity, and the pond.
I’ve been the stone. I’ve been hurled through the window of life, over and over, and I fought against gravity to control the momentum of circumstances that pulled relentlessly toward the water, where I would surely drown in whatever troubles were there.
Relying on my faith to avoid drowning was much like the skipping stone across the water where each shortened skip, each contact with the water was God telling me, “Stop fighting. I’ve got this. Trust me.”
And what do I do? I shun His offer and skip off His love once again to fly back into the freedom of the air I know, only to fall back into His grace and feel His Living Water.
Repeatedly, I attempted to regain my flight plan despite each skip to freedom being a little shorter, and more of my control gave way to His relentless gravity…His pursuit of me. His promise that I’ll never thirst again if only I would trust.
Ultimately, I gave in to Him after the world proved that being hurled into life’s circumstances and then only skipping across the surface of His love was not sustainable. Was that my fate or His perfect plan? It’s another day, so let’s move on with the current.
I know I’ll be hurled many more times in this life, but I no longer skip; I hand over control to His Spirit and swim to the deep end, where I’ll be in His current.
Peace! G.