Kissing the Waves

I found this on Pinterest last week, and I really just cannot get it out of my head. Isn't it beautiful?

Sometimes I catch myself drowning in my own self-pity, and I'm realizing how terribly wrong that is. Life isn't fair, but isn't that common knowledge? Why do we see struggles as something to be feared? Why can't we embrace them?

Because each wave of sorrow that hits me sends me crashing into the Rock of Ages, and there is nothing more solid or strong than Him. So instead of fearing the pain, I am learning to kiss the waves.

If I could stay afloat without Jesus, I wouldn't ever go back to Him.

I guess that's kind of the point.

When you have it all, you find fortune. When you have nothing, you find Jesus.

As it turns out, I don't need it all. I just need Him.

I've heard it said that sometimes God takes us into deep waters not to drown us, but to cleanse us. Hey, I'm not going to lie. Most days of this life, I feel like I'm just treading water. But at least I'm starting to see that there is power in my weakness, and treading water is exactly where He wants me. Lately, when I feel like I can't keep my head above water anymore, I've started letting myself go under. His grace is an ocean, after all. And oh, is it cleansing.

Funny thing, too: He still hasn't let me drown. Every time I think I'm going to, I somehow end up landing (hard) on the Rock.

                                                          It hurts so good, ya know?