The ocean is fierce, as in a storm. The waves are strong and many. As this storm rages my heart is flooded with insecurities and I feel as though I will be swallowed whole by deepest distress.
But then I remember the old story passed down through the generations. The story of two men; one man built his house on the sand, the other built his house on the rock. I remember the foundation on which my hope rests.
I remember, and so I sit in peace, a midst the turmoil, and wait for the storm to pass. The flood waters are receding and each wave is smaller than the one before.
I am thankful for the reminder He gave me this week.
"When through the deep waters I call you to go,
the rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
for I will be with you, your troubles to bless,
and sanctify to you your deepest distress."
"The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
that soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake."
Anonymous, "How Firm a Foundation", Hymn #94, Trinity Hymnal (Philadelphia: Great Commission Publications, 1990).