Have you ever noticed that life comes at you in waves? You’ll experience waves of joyful moments and then some stronger waves of pain might wash in, sweeping you off your feet and dragging you through the sand and whipping you around as you choke and try to get your head above water.
We experience both kinds of waves in life–the fun ones we can play and surf in, and the tidal waves that wring almost everything out of us.
Fall brought several rogue waves into my life. You can read more about them on my other BLOG if you want. But what I learned is that kindness trumps all, and that even bad times can bring blessings. We just have to open our eyes to see them.
In my book, Between Hope & the Highway, Liz comes to a realization that through her own tragedy, she has grown and learned lessons she couldn’t have learned any other way. She decides that she would never want to have that knowledge and growth taken away; and therefore, she would never want to change the past and wish for the tragedy to have never happened. She is who she is because of what happened to her–the good and the bad.
I feel the same. Never will I purposely pray for trials or hardships to come so I can grow. They are like ocean waves and will eventually surprise me whether I pray them here or not. But I believe that good can always come from everything we experience if we partner up with God. He will pull us through the waves of life–the happy, playful ones and the frightening rogue ones that threaten to destroy us.
Here’s hoping you aren’t tumbling about in a churning wave of grief at the moment. Eventually you will, and I hope you’ll reach out for help when you do. God is mighty to save. And if you’re lucky to be wading through fun waves right now…enjoy them, but keep your eyes open to reach out and help someone nearby that might be caught in a riptide. The kind hands that reached out to me over the last month have been deeply appreciated, and have helped get me on my feet again. Literally. Kindness is more powerful than the mightiest waves life can throw at us. It is contagious, because when you receive it, you want to share it. When you give it, you feel so good you want to give even more.