My Rescuer

I find myself asking a lot of hard questions right now. What do I want in life? Where is God calling me? What type of ministry am I passionate for? And I don't really have any answers right now.

I'm in San Diego this week with new staff from around the region. I spent much of my afternoon sprawled out on the beach, soaking up some much needed Vitamin D. While watching the waves crash against Pacific Beach, I began to ask myself these tough questions. And I began to answer them honestly.

Looking at the ocean, I correlated the ferocity of the waves with the turmoil of my life. It feels like I am drowning in confusion. But looking at the surfers, they seem to have it all figured out. They know how to rise above the salty chaos and they look pretty cool doing it.

So what's the difference between my drowning and their thriving? The board. All the life guards have surfboards and they all have "Rescue" printed in big, bold red. "I need to be rescued," I thought. I need Clarity and Direction to come save me from Confusion.

And then I remembered I do have a Rescuer, and his name is Jesus. I can be like those cool surfers, rising above on the Power of Christ. I don't have to be sucked down in my chaos. All I have to do is climb on that Board, and Jesus will use the waves to guide me to the shore.