Did you know that Charles Spurgeon never actually said that he had learned to kiss the wave that threw him against the Rock of Ages?
But of course he didn’t. Because who could possibly embrace such a thing with a holy kiss?
The waves of life rear their head and spread their fury. They roar and hiss, making all of the noise and fuss. They stir up the sand. They create ruts and caverns. They knock me to the ground. They disrupt by nature.
No life is without waves. But I often miss the ocean for these waves.
John Piper once said, “God is always doing 10,000 things in your life, and you may be aware of three of them.” To that I would only add that the three I usually notice are wave-like: a tough conversation, physical hardship, discontentment with work, a strained relationship, an unanswered prayer.
When both of my eyes are fixed only on the waves, I lose sight of 9,997 other ways that the Lord is leading me beside still waters.
Does it make the waves easier for me to kiss, knowing that the same God who permits sorrow like sea billows also extends to us peace like a river?
Is my faith strong enough to say, “Whatever my lot, it is well?”
I suppose one lasting comfort is knowing that even when I am overwhelmed by the waves, I can never drown. Too often in my life, I am like Peter, panicked at the wind curling the water upward. I forget that the wind and the waves obey my Companion. I forget past waves that He calmed, right before my very eyes.
Lord, remind me of the gentle, glistening ocean of Your presence. There, the waves will still crash. Yet, it will be well.