One thing I’ve noticed about waves is that they never ask permission before they arrive.
They don’t check whether you’re ready.
They don’t wait until you’re rested.
They don’t pause because you’ve already had enough.
They just come.
Some barely reach your ankles.
Others knock you completely off balance.
And standing there watching them, I couldn’t help but think about how much life works the same way.
So much of life arrives uninvited.
Responsibilities.
Changes.
Opportunities.
Disappointments.
The things we prayed for.
The things we never would have chosen.
Rarely on our timeline.
Rarely with a warning.
And for a long time, I thought strength meant learning how to stop the waves.
How to predict them.
How to prepare for every possibility.
But maybe strength is something simpler than that.
Maybe it’s learning that you can stand back up after one knocks you down.
Not because every wave is small.
But because you’ve learned they won’t carry you away.
And because God has never left you standing in them alone.
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.”
— Isaiah 43:2 (NIV)
Where I Found My Voice 
Ah, this speaks such truth! Love the analogy! There are few sounds more soothing than hearing the waves roll in from an open window by the beach! God created them and sent them off to a distant shore…never failing…occasionally stronger, but totally dependent on His divine order. Regardless of the outcome, whether some troubled soul is quieted or some quiet waters are troubled, his promises never fail, as long as the world stands, we know He is the Master of order and calm…even after the storms that have the power to knock down everything in their path, He is still there, still in control. Thank God for that Truth! Love you both!
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