How could the raging sea lift the boards of the boardwalk here in Queens New York, and leave them all intact together and just shove the entire boardwalk over the other section. Not tear it up, but just lift and move it altogether as one piece. Amazing. I don't understand the power of the sea and how it moves with salty hands, reshaping everything in it's path, but here's the proof it does.
Hmmm... if I can't trust circumstances to remain steady for me... and if the elements around my life can suddenly take charge and force my life in a new direction (which is something I never accept easily) how can I keep from living in fear of storms? The 'what ifs' climb out the darkened closets of my mind and try to flesh out in my mind of what could happen, becoming apparitions of fear in life. I have learned not to hold on to anything in this life very tightly, but rather cling..climb into...cleave to my Father's Arms. It's the only safety in this world.
It's not what happens in life that shapes your world...it's Who you hold on to that does. I will forever yield to His reshaping my life and my boardwalk for His own purposes. There can be no other safe ground to stand upon. My boardwalk life is for His feet to walk on.. He know just where He wants it to go. And there is no fear through the travels of life when He is the One in charge of the shaping.