The waters of life are pulling me apart. They spin me round and round, sucking me deeper. Their icy cold grip sends shivers through my heart. My body is struggling to swim. The water is getting too deep. My heart has sunken to the ocean floor. This sea of suffering, of hopelessness and fatigue, has been too deep.
The ocean is dulling the life around me. All I see are wavering distortions of the beauty of life I once knew. The laughter is muffled, the voices far, all I am is alone. How could tomorrow be any better? The waters of depression and anxiety are flooding my hope.
Water cascades down my throat, it’s once sweet taste is now a bitter poison. My lungs are filled with drowning waters that displace the oxygen I need. My mind aches at the sharp stab of my senses suffocating. I long to be rescued.
Where do I turn in this place of unrest? Where is my heart seeking? Do I hold onto the Titanic’s of this world, assuring my death as I drown?
My soul knows of the Lord. My soul knows of His hold. My soul knows He is all.
God is there in the depth of the water. His hand is firmly in mine. I cannot swim alone. However, with God, I can walk on the raging seas. There is life in the promise of Christ. A life sweet and clear, running on the sands. The golden warmth of God’s great love is all I need and more. His love is air I need to breathe.
One hope I have. One saviour is there true. I am saved by the grace of the loving Father, for I cannot swim alone. To wake each day and gaze upon His face. To follow his path with death no longer a fear to escape. To be pulled into his boat like the fish of Peter is a freedom like none other.
Lord, I need you today. I need you in the waters of sorrows that rage. I repent of my sins, of my false perception of the love you give. I repent of where my trust may have lain. I lay down my will. I reject these lies. I give you the glory and follow you for all my days.
So humble yourselves before God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come close to God, and God will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world. Let there be tears for what you have done. Let there be sorrow and deep grief. Let there be sadness instead of laughter, and gloom instead of joy. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up in honour.