They say when it rains, it pours. I’ve found myself looking to the keeper of the rain and praying that these rising waters will not become deep enough to drown me. In the midst of recent storms, I’m searching for rainbows and clinging to promises.
I sometimes mourn the fact that life is not constant; that good things change and fade and sometimes altogether disappear. I sometimes question the significance; the point in the struggle and the reason for the hurt. But it is part of the beauty, I suppose. Difficulties water our lives and remind us that while worth it, growing is not pain-free.
Today, in this moment, I can appreciate the tension in and perhaps even the necessity of this reality. But tomorrow, oh God, should the waters rise beyond my perspective, be merciful to me. Remind me to press forward for treading water is the surest road to exhaustion. Remember your promises to us. Bring and be peace. Lord, keep us afloat. All of us.