When we ignore our Father’s warnings, we forfeit His safe shore and plunge into the ocean of harm’s way: the undertow of wrong choices, the rising tide of moral danger. Then, when you think God isn’t looking, you jump! Before you know it, you’re swept away in the current of poor choices, sucked down by the undertow of self-centeredness, pulled away as your Father grows strangely small. “But why do they get to have all the fun?” you whine. “Don’t go there,” your heavenly Father warns. Perhaps you’ve envied others headed in a certain direction and felt you were missing all the fun. Have you ever been in a similar situation? Perhaps you’ve jumped into deep waters that appeared calm on the surface but hid an undertow of trouble. He certainly made his share of mistakes, but that day, he represented a good God and Father to me. With one arm, he fought the current and the other held me tight. He reached out and grabbed me to his side. Propelled by panic, Dad dove into the water and cut through the menacing current. Then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed my small splashes. My salty tears mixed with the briny water, my small cries for help went unheard, and my family grew smaller.ĭad turned to see the boys were almost there. Very quickly, my body was swept away with the ocean’s salt, sand and silt into the freshwater. I was no match for the force of the undertow and the pull of the current. When my dad turned around, I saw my chance and dove into the water. “If he can do it, I can do it,” I mumbled. My dad’s remarks only made me more determined to prove them wrong. “You stay here with us,” my dad instructed. “You’re just a kid!” Stewart yelled back. Like a lovesick puppy, I watched as the boys dove in and swam away. But apparent tranquil water on the surface was, in reality, a strong undercurrent that sucked the ocean away from its home. This was where the waves gave way to calm, saltwater gave way to fresh, and sand gave way to soil. The boys had one goal: swim across to a sandbar some 100 feet away. Standing on the sole-blistering sand, I watched as Stewart and his friend plunged into the briny waters where the Atlantic Ocean merged with the Intercoastal Waterway. I was a 6-year-old, 40-pound wisp of a girl with gangly arms who vowed she could do anything her 11-year-old mischievous brother, Stewart, could do. ![]() The current swift and fierce, I could feel my body being swept away like a hollow reed. ![]() Leave a comment at the end and be eligible to win a free LOVED cuff bracelet! I’m posting over at Proverbs 31 Ministries today and thought you might enjoy this too.
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