I have a confession. Some days are hard. Mostly, I have peace and joy and such assurance that everything is going to be alright. The smile you'd see on my face if you were to see me on a daily basis is a genuine reflection of the peace that's in my heart. But some days... some days I lose focus. Some days are hard. I've had some rough days and sleepless nights lately. Something (big) was weighing me down and I was unable to shake it on my own. But the good news is that I wasn't made to carry it on my own. My hope is in the God I love, and when I surrender my cares to Him, an amazing thing happens. I let go of my worries and in exchange, He gives me peace. I can breathe a big sigh of relief because I'm reminded that He's got this. I'm never alone. He'll never leave me or forsake me. And He takes care of me and my household in ways that blow my mind. It took me a few days this time to let go of my worries, but when I did... oh, the relief! I am refreshed.
I shared with a few friends this week that sometimes I'm like Peter when he saw Jesus walking on water. Jesus called him to get out of the boat and walk towards him, and he did. (see Matthew 14) But then he started to doubt and look down and started to sink. I do the same thing. When I keep my eyes on the Lord, I have peace, and I can do what seems impossible. But when I look down at my circumstances and the waves surrounding me, I start to sink. It's true, there are wind and waves all around. But when my gaze is fixed on Jesus, none of that matters.
It reminds me of a line in a JJ Heller song, "No matter how the wind may blow, it cannot shake the sun. Lay your sorrows on the ground, it's time to come back home."